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Night Terrors

In Uncategorized on May 4, 2009 at 8:47 pm

Anyone else have one of those kids that manages to make you just want to stay up all night long?

Don’t get me wrong. I love my Bubba, but he seems to find not only the most inopportune times to come into our room, but the weirdest circumstances to do it in. The other morning at, oh, about 4 a.m. I hear him run over to hubby’s side and whisper-yell, “Daddy! I went potty!” I turn over to see what he’s talking about just in time to watch him throw his underware onto his dad’s face while saying, “I need help!” Needless to say, this particular wake up call did not go over well.

Other mornings he decides just to do without the underware and attempts to crawl into bed with us. Umm…akward. I don’t know if we just haven’t really set it in stone with him or what, but, we wear pants in this family. Especially for group activities. No loop holes. No bending.

However, all of the above pales in comparison to, quite possibly, the most horrifying wake up call I’ve yet to experience. One morning, Bubba decides to crawl into bed next to me without me knowing it. How long he was there? I’m not sure. I do know that I started to think I was dreaming about noises that sounded a lot like fingernails scratching flannel sheets. I start to wake up and I’m smacked in the face by this awful smell.

“That’s awesome.” I think to myself. “One of the dogs decided to release their bowels on my carpet. I swear to God, I’m going to find out who it was-” and I open my eyes to start the finger pointing.

“Holy crap, Bubba! What the hell are you doing?!?!?!”

The sound I thought I was dreaming? Bubba scraping his index finger onto the sheet right below where I had my face. The smell? Oh yeah. It was Bubba bowels. Who wipes poo on their mom’s bed?! WHO?!?!

As much as I cherish every second with my boys, I can’t take the half naked snuggle times, the using my flannel sheets as tp, and the midnight wake up calls much longer!

*sigh*

What’s a mom to do?

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