ramblings and musings at 3:26am

So, I was sleeping. Dreaming. In la-la land. In short, I was happy. Then in a weird part of my dream I hear a tapping sound. Almost like a knock. I'm really confused, in my dream, because I can't figure out where it's coming from. On the second round of knocking my brain slowly emerges from my hibernation and, like a slow-moving, dim-witted bear, I realize that some little hand is knocking on my bedroom door and I am going to have to get up and answer it or he'll never stop.

Aidan is there. Speaking in a voice on the verge of tears. He can't find his pillow and his room is pitch black.

I've tried with my boys to get them to sleep in the dark. Worked with Camden, not so much with Aidan. He has to have a night light. In fact, he has to have a very specific bedtime ritual each and every night or he ends up screaming and crying for me until the routine is done perfectly. Weird and annoying.

Apparently Camden didn't like the light in the dark and so after Aidan was asleep, he unplugged it. So I follow Aidan down to his room, re-plug in the light. Camden wakes up and complains, Aidan is about to lose it to tears and it's freakin 2am!!

After trying various outlets I find one behind the bed that suits both boys, I say goodnight, then try to go back to bed. yeah. right.

I laid there. Tossing and turning. Listened to Nathan contentedly breathing as he sleeps and dreams. I stare at the clock. I get hot. Then too cold. Then wonder what I can do. I actually wish Wyatt would wake up because then my awakeness could be beneficial. But no. The whole house is full of sleeping males in various stages of development and growth are happily slumbering away in their beds and I'm typing a post. grrrr.

Now I'm hungry.