I went to bed at a reasonable hour last night.
It’s wasn’t even thirty minutes into my sleep when I hear a little person calling me.
I don’t even open my eyes. I sigh and then get out of bed to answer the call.
As I throw my legs over the side of the bed, I must first straighten out this “bad” ankle of mine before I can hop off the bed to walk. I am dragging myself. I am trying to focus. I don’t want to turn the lights on because I do not want to cause any confusion. I don’t want him thinking that it’s “wake-up time” because it isn’t. I know I have a good few hours of sleep to finish and I am looking foward to it.
I am so tired that my eyes are burning and they are really fighting me. They too are trying to undersand why I am not resting them. All they want to do is close.
I reach their bedroom door and say, “Yes.” Neither of them says anything. I walk over to their beds and stand there, half asleep and try to figure out if I heard what I thought I heard. “Didn’t someone just call me?”. I reach over to touch Child No. 3 (the three year old) and he is knocked out. I then reach out to touch Child No. 4 (the two year old) and he starts moving. He turns around to look at me and starts smiling. It’s dark and the only light in their room is the SpongeBob nightlight. I half smile and half frown back to him. Does he know what time it is? Does he even care that Mommy is sooooo tired?? Not at all.
I reach for him and he says: Up.
I pick him up and ask him what’s wrong.
He says: “I want juice.”
I say: “Okay. I’ll go downstairs and get you some juice.”
I put him back in bed and head on down the stairs. It’s dark, it’s cold and I’m very curious to know what time it is. When I get to the kitchen my feet are now freezing because in my hurry to reach whatever child was calling me, I neglected to put on my slippers and as usual, I underestimated the temperature of the floor tiles. Also, my “bad” ankle wasn’t in the mood. I look over at the stove and see that it is 2:39 a.m. I just shake my head.
I get back upstairs to bring Child No. 4 his juice and to my surprise he’s asleep! I almost want to wake him up! But I, instead, sit there and I watch him sleep for a minute and I rub on his little back and I tell him that I love him because I do.