A Strange, Strange Evening

I think aliens are secretly hovering over the Eiffel Tower and sending invisible beams to our apartment. Not only did I not have to make dinner tonight but Louise has been sleeping since we got home from the daycare and is gone for the night and Gab went to bed without a fuss, without even wanting me to read him a book, at 7. Etienne is also in bed and it's only 8 pm! My mind is opening to the endless possibilities tonight- a little glass of wine, some knitting and a movie? Or, a little glass of wine, some Proust? Or, a little glass of wine and (let's get a little naughtier) a New Yorker?

As much a I enjoy these rare occurrences of alien invasions, evenings like this do seem surreal and do cause a bit of worry to enter my mothering radar. For example, they went to bed without dinner, Louise is still wearing her diaper from the daycare, and she didn't get her nightly ear and eye drops and then they both went without a bath (are you dialing child services by now?) But, I know they are exhausted. The kids woke me up a total of 8 times last night (yes, I counted every minute between 3 and 5 as a "time" and then there were the "times" between midnight and 2 before that and then, after awhile, you just stop counting).

Gab, who has forgone his nocturnal Pull-up for a week because he's decided he doesn't want to wear a diaper like Louise, had some scary toilet issues. I'm thinking he dreamt of a toilet. Don't you ever dream you are on a toilet seat, peeing, and then you kind of start to and then wake up suddenly realizing that it was a dream toilet and not the real thing and then rush to the bathroom in a panic? Or, am I just weird? Well, I think he had his first toilet dream last night. He woke up in a panic and I thought he had wet his bed, but no, he just needed to go to the bathroom and got freaked out (and this incident repeated itself 4 times).

As for Miss L, she's going full time to the daycare now and let's just say she's not having it with us leaving her every morning. She cries but she gets over it. But, as predicted, she has a cold the second week into daycare (they are chronically sick when they go to daycare) and has not quite gotten the nap thing down with her 15 other buddies who are sleeping in the same room. So, tonight when we came home, I just wanted her to rest because having a cold and doing so much activity without much sleep can't be good for her.

So, that's why I am sitting here, able to type this post- I sent my two exhausted children to bed without food and with a diaper that's who knows how many hours old?

Okay, I'm off to drink a little glass of wine and do either a, b, or c or maybe even all of the above. Thanks aliens!

Comments

[Tara]

Hope you had a great evening to yourself!

I totally have had that toilet dream!