Last night before bed I did my traditional pre-sleep routine. Check email one last time, turn off lights, take medication, etc. And, of course, check on the boys. They usually need to be covered back up or taken potty or given kisses. And anyway, after a day of listening to them fight, cleaning up after them, and answering a multitude of hard-to-answer questions, seeing them so angelic in their sleep always makes motherhood seem a little sweeter.
So last night when I went into the boys’ room, I discovered that I was missing a child.
(Sorry for the funky way these pictures look. I was too lazy to play with the camera and get the pictures to look good).
Now, I have to say, this was not the first time I have found Sam’s bed empty. Usually, though, he’s right there on the floor next to his bed. Last night it took a little investigation to locate him.
But no fear. He had not jumped out the window or anything.
And you all didn’t believe me when I said he is a complete weirdo.
I made Art get out of bed to come see his son. Because I am all about sharing the joy. He said that maybe this was Sam’s cry for a new bed. Which, I know. He’s pretty big for a toddler bed but every time we have money for a big bed something stupid happens like the air conditioner in the van goes out and $400 later still doesn’t work, not that I’m bitter or anything . . .
Besides, if this is a plea for a new bed, maybe we should just get him a box.
The closet in the boys’ room is over the stairs so it goes way back up high like a cave. Right now it’s really full of stuff but if I ever get it cleaned out I have a feeling it won’t be long before I find this boy burrowed in up there. 🙂
So am I the only one with a floor sleeper? Where have you found your kids in the middle of the night?