It starts every night. I tuck him in and leave the room, followed by him crying for Daddy to tuck him in, followed once more by wanting Mommy to come give kisses. It was cute at first...
You know what else used to be cute? When he'd wake up when Daddy left so he could sleep with Mommy. Only he doesn't go back to sleep anymore. It's "milk, mama" or "tv!" This morning, it started at 4:30am. I went in to tuck him back in and find the tag on his blanket, then madness ensued. So, Daddy did as Daddy does and walked in the room, said "lay down" and the child went back to sleep. Pardon me, but WTF? When did I become chopped liver?
Then he woke up again at 5:45 relentless. I went in there about 3 times from 5:45-7:15 with no luck of getting that child to go back to sleep. Finally, I just yelled passed the door (as not to torture the child with my presence) for him to lay back down. I begged, really. Then he started saying "MOMMY?! WHERE ARE YOU?!"
I love this pain in the butt.
And I died laughing...literally because my throat is significantly worse today, so the laugh was pretty painful. Feeling pretty grateful today for being able to spread out my working hours so I can try to kick this thing.
Happy day, people!