2a.m.

2am love affair. Well it was not quite 2am. And really it was a far cry from a love affair. It was me being startled awake by someone talking- a little two year old someone. I hopped up out of bed and went to his aid. We actually conversed as if it was 10 am not 2. I ended up laying on his bed, laying my head down where my feet belong, and the monkey jumped right there too. I began falling asleep and he was out. I turned to lay on the correct side with my head on the pillow- minutes later he joined , covered himself with the sheet and out he was again. At least this is what I thought. I tip toed over to my room, my big comfy bed and my squishy pillows. Moments later I was out- a flicker of noise reappeared -was it a mouse, the tv, an infant- Oh my! Nope. My bed was no longer the wonderland of slumber I had left. Now it was a bed of two and the little one snores. 3 hours later the little one was up and ready for his turn to come to my bed and take it hostage. At least he can't talk or walk in while I'm asleep to scare the shit out of me like the monkey does. All in do time though, I know, all in do time.

This event led to a morning cup of hot and an afternoon iced coffee. This did NOT do the trick.
I'm fading quick.