Little Boy fell out of bed last night. First time it’s happened in his big boy bed. A mid-night thud and a cry from the child worked faster than any alarm clock ever. In literally 2 seconds  I was holding my confused and frightened kid. Poor dude. He was doing the hyperventilating hiccuping thing. We had to calm down and take some deep breaths before we could go pee and get back to bed (but this time with Mommy).
As for the rest of the night, we both slept fitfully. He kept doing these sweet, sad little whimpers, as though he were having nightmares. And he tossed and turned, which is SO unlike him. And to top it all off, neither of us was able to sleep in. Up at dawn with the chickens, sore and grumbling.
The sore part isn’t just from falling out of bed. Little Boy nearly fell off the potty yesterday and now his arm is sore where he fell against the toilet seat. And I have done SOMETHING to my left wrist that involves pain. So our minor injuries combined with the lack of sleep have made both of us zombies. Neither of us wants to do anything.
So we’re not.
I’ll go water the garden, but that takes like 10 minutes. No big deal. Cold cereal for breakfast. Watch movies, read books, nap and lounge all afternoon.
We had a rough night. So we’re taking the day off.
PS Even though it sucks losing a night’s sleep, I love being able to be close to my Little Guy like that. I love being able to put my hand on him when he’s whimpering in his sleep and whisper, “It’s okay Sweetie, Mommy’s right here.”