Last night, once again, I fell asleep on the couch. I was waiting for the laundry to be done washing and I passed out. I woke up at about two thirty this morning, changed the laundry over to the dryer and headed up the stairs to go to bed.

No sooner had I walked into my room than I heard “Mumma.” Crap. Here we go again…

I went into the boys’ room and stretched out with Spencer for a few minutes, hoping he would fall back asleep. Nope. He looked at me with half closed eyes and said “Night night Mumma, Night Night Daddy.”

“You want to go night night with Mummy and Daddy?”

“Yeah”

“Ok.”

Off we shuffle to my room. He proceeded to scream so I brought him downstairs. So there I was, back on the couch. I brought him back upstairs and into my room shortly after that. He pressed his back into my back, braced himself against me and he kicked Chris in the…ahem…yeah. He was not happy to be in bed with us. Eventually, around three or so, he fell asleep. This did not increase my ability to sleep, though. That little boy can fill up a queen sized bed.

Fast forward to this morning, Spencer was a cranky boy. He finally crawled up onto the couch, cuddled up with his cup and his pillow and passed out. There he sleeps…for now…