I grumble to myself, incoherent nothings, as I lumber out of bed and open the door. Who is knocking at my door at 4:45 in the morning?! Well, my only guess is Camden, which it was, and that he was in the bathroom and needed help or something, which it wasn't.
I open my bedroom door and, since Camden's door is just diagonal from mine, I noticed Camden's door was wide open and his bed was empty. I turn to the left, expecting to find a little boy bum needing some mommy attention; however, the bathroom was also void of life. (Well, except for what is growing around the toilet, but we won't go into that here)
What my eyes did have to adjust to was the blinding light coming from the living room/kitchen area. I stumble down the hall, seeing spots and stars as my poor iris' adjust to the sudden brightness likened to the sun.
It was the most eerie thing.
The kitchen lights are on, the living room lights are on, the Christmas tree is lit up, the curtains are open, the table has been set for breakfast, complete with Fruity Cheerios, and Camden is nowhere in sight!
Did Santa become confused and come on the wrong night? Instead of presents the jolly old man made me breakfast? I call out Camden's name, and receive no answer. My sleepy brain is still trying to process all these oddities at 5am. I'm starting to panic just a teeny weeny bit because my son is still MIA.
"CAAAMMDEN!", I whisper in urgency, trying not to wake Aidan who had already been up twice that night.
My little Gollum came out of hiding then and walked towards me with the sweetest smile on his face.
Me: Did you knock on my door?
Camden: Yes.
Me: (with my heart finally slowing down at the sight of my little one) Are you okay?
Camden: Yeah, I wanted you to see my surprise! I found the Fruity Cheerios and I got everyone's breakfast ready!
Me: (with a very confused and fuzzy look on my face) Do you think it's morning? It's the middle of the night, baby, everyone is still asleep. Even daddy isn't up yet.
Camden: Oh. I thought it was time to get up.
Me: Do you see how dark it is outside? (I start shutting lights off and closing curtains.) You need to go back to bed, honey. Thank you for getting breakfast ready but we'll have to wait a few hours to eat it.
I led the confused little munchkin back to his bed, tucked him in, chuckled to myself, and flopped back in bed. And yes, Nathan slept through the WHOLE thing. Typical.
I'm just glad that I was awake and aware enough to respond appropriately to Camden's thoughtful gesture. And it was nice having the breakfast bowls and cups all ready, especially since Aidan woke up at 7:45am and I could just pour him a bowl of cereal and, once again, crawl back in bed, curl up in the fetal position and snooze until 8:30am.
Kids, ya gotta love 'em.
4 comments:
That is so cute! And tiring, I'm sure! I'm not sure how I'll function after we have kids. I need like ten hours of sleep!!!
Wow! He is so thoughtful...even if his timing needs a little growing up! You must be a great mom!
Aaron and I laughed our heads off as we read this! Mostly because my boys are so much like yours, I'm so much like you and Aaron is so much like Nathan! He sleeps solidly from his head hitting pillow til my sharp elbow jabs him to turn his alarm off in the morning. I felt like I was having deja vu as I read your story! What a little sweetheart, that Camden! That will be such a precious memory to read about years from now.
Em,
I was going to see about coming this week, cause Pete was suppossed to go to Gaum, but his trip got cancelled....so we didn't call about coming down. Maybe in February or March. Hopefully he can get another fun trip lined up with good old Uncle Sam!
As for the hair...that's cool. I ahve decided to grow mine back out because within two days of cutting it somebody asked me if Megan was my grandbaby...yah...I was offended!
Love ya,
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