Slowly but surely

Well, since my job went part time, I got another part time job to fill in the gaps a bit for awhile, and it's meant scheduling nightmares for all. I get to spend more daylight hours with the boys, but I miss 5 bedtimes per week, which I was reluctant to give up. Bedtimes are the best part of the day - Brent and I would snuggle on my bed and watch TV for 30 minutes or so. Then we would file into his room for nightly coloring and books and stories and cuddle time.

But things have been going really well actually. He gave me a hard time the first few days, but now he likes bedtimes just as much with Mike. They have their own way of coloring, and they skip the TV time, but he's happy, and that's all that matters. He claims to still like me the "best-est", so what more could I ask for?

Saturday night was Family Indoor Camping Night, as a reward for how good they've been. I got home about 7:30 since work was slow, and we did painting, and played Wii games, and watched movies until they passed out around 10:30. Brent was on one half of the L-shaped sofa, and Alex on the other. In the middle you could make out a fluffy furball that was keeping post throughout the night. His contented purring kept me awake for awhile, but I couldn't blame him. It was a wonderful evening.

My waitressing has me nursing sore feet some nights, and last night was one of the worst. I couldn't sleep worth anything with them twitching and throbbing. At 6:45, about an hour before my alarm was to go off, and a full 4 hours since I had managed to fall asleep, I feel a tapping on my back.

"Hi Mommy", he whispered.
"Hi baby..."
"Is it morning-time yet?"
"Not quite, go back to bed and I'll wake you in a bit, okay?"
"Okay!!!", as he skips off to his room. See that word "skip". Not a good sign.

- 3 minutes later, just as I fell back asleep -

"Mommy? I love you!" he says sweetly.
"I love you too"
"I have to go pee pee"

And though he can go on his own, I predict on the basis of 100% past experience that there is to be no more sleeping this morning. We head to the couch and snuggle up to watch cartoons for a few minutes. If he sensed that I wasn't paying enough attention, he would elbow me or pretend to fall off the couch so I would catch him.

He crawled up, knelt on my chest and planted a kiss on my cheek.

"I blew you a kiss last night when you were at work!!!" he said excitedly, bony knees pressing into my ribs.
"I know! I got it! Did you get mine?"
"Uh huh...I did!!! We both did it!!"
"Cool....hey, do you want to just watch cartoons for 10 minutes so mommy can take a nap"
"Ummm. No. I don't think so. Jenny the teenage robot is coming on! You have to watch it!!"
"But what if I just 'listen' to it? With my eyes closed?"
"Ummm. No. We have to watch it together."
"Oh. I thought as much."
"Yes...it's my favorite, and you're my favoritest mommy."

Grrrrr....he's always bringing out the big guns. It's okay. Who needs sleep when Jenny the Robot is off for another exciting adventure. I just wish I had her energy :)