Thursday, July 3, 2014
Sitting on the floor waiting for the sandman.
I'm posting from my son's room. It's 11pm. He has woken up, again, because he has a cough. I've been in here four times now.
Every time I leave, he seems fine, I go lie down, only to hear the muffled cries from the monitor and down the hall.
"Daddy"
"Dada"
I sometimes wonder why we have the monitor when we can hear him down the hall.
I go back in.
"I just want to sleep in mommy and daddy's room"
"No"
"Sit down dada"
Here I sit.
Has anyone else been here before?
I sometimes say, "I'm going to close your door unless you stop crying." I know it is an empty threat. He doesn't. And sometimes it works.
I think he's asleep. I know my leg is. Time to army crawl or roll on outta here.
Good night internet. May you get more sleep than me tonight.
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