Did I tell you that it was 86 degrees here yesterday? And clear? It was heavenly. Heavenly. I didn't want the day to end.
But, back to my story.
My slumber was first interrupted at around midnight when John came running into my room. I knew it was John because he doesn't tread lightly. For some reason he pounds those little feet down on the floor at night when he decides to briskly trot into my room. Maybe he knows from experience that it wakes me up so that I can greet him when he arrives on the side of my bed, hoping to gain access to my bed.
Last night, though, he never made it to the side of my bed. I guess that brisk midnight stroll tuckered him out because he just crashed on the floor at the end of my bed. Jeff felt badly about him being on the floor so he picked him up and carried him back to bed. I think he's still there.
Around 2 am Jacob came in with his tale-tale noise making. I don't know quite how to describe it......he just makes these noises........not cries, not words, just noises when he comes in at night.
He, unlike his brother, made it to the side of my bed. And crashed, all splayed out on top of my pillows on the floor. I left him.
At 3 am I heard talking (sleep talking, that is). And, heavy breathing that's not quite a snore (that would be my husband), and more breathing (Jacob). Coming at me from all sides.
And I realized. Somehow Garrett has slipped into my room and into my bed without my knowledge. He's REALLY good that way. He's perfected the art as none of my other children have. I would have never known, but he sleep talks. A lot.
So, here I am at 4 am wondering if I should just go find a new bed to sleep in. Or, should I carry the boys back to bed? I don't really want to lug them back. And I don't want to give up my bed. So I blog.
I'm expecting that at exactly 6:30 am my eldest will appear on the side of my bed. And just stand there quitely until I feel and acknowledge her presence and assure here that yes, she can sleep in until 6:40 am.
I don't have to worry about child number 2. She sleeps like a log. Thank goodness.
Nights like these make me grateful for nights when I can sleep through the night.