Ahhh...
Corbin is sleeping soundly in my bed. The one and only place that he will sleep soundly. Every night, it's the same routine. I get him to sleep in my bed. He falls fast asleep. I wait a while, watch some TV, play around on the Internet, whatever. When I am finally ready to go to bed, I pick him up and carry him to his brother's bedroom, and quietly and quickly put him into bed snug between 2 big brothers.
Ahhh...
Then I settle into my comfy bed, done with parenting for the night, or so I think (wish). As soon as I hit that place where I am finally going into a restful sleep, I hear it.
"Mama."
I think to myself, ok, he will find his bebe and go back to sleep. I close my eyes even tighter. Hoping, praying that he will just stay in bed with his brothers. I just need one night with no one touching me, no toenails scraping my back, or little feet sticking up my shirt. Just on night, come on Corby, you can do it, I silently chant with my eyes tightly closed.
"MAMA. BEBE!"
Ya, that's not going to happen. Well, ok, he will come to me. I am all of 20 foot down the hall. I can stay in my comfortable spot that took 15 minutes to find, and he will come to me.
"Mama. MAMA. Bebe. BEBE!"
So, now I have a choice. Let him be, he can come to me, he can find his bebe or drag myself out of this very comfortable spot and carry my 35 pound 2 year old toddler back to bed. Decisions, decisions? How badly to I want to stay comfortable? How badly do I want the other boys to stay asleep? I REALLY want everyone else to stay asleep, so I relent, go to his brother's room, dig around in the bed and find the bebe, and carefully carry Corby back to my bed, toenails and all.
