Late Night Shenanigans
So it's 10:30 at night and I'm trying to get myself prepared for this new months worth of class and looking over an already sent out email (because classes don't unlock until 12A EST) so I'm just trying to gather all my stuff to get myself prepared and go back to using my planner and mapping out my days, because it honestly made things better for me in the long run. I'm extremely exhausted as my girlfriend works night shift and I somehow got mixed up and am on her schedule so I'm usually up all night and take a few hour nap during the day. Tonight I thought it would be different as she went to work, I got the kids to bed, got my stuff together and was like..."Will I actually get to sleep at a decent time?!"
HAHA...my son says otherwise. It's well past his bedtime and he comes to the door every few minutes knocking finding something to talk about. I mean, the most random things in the world this kid wants to talk about, he wants to talk about. I listen to him for a few minutes, then tell him we will talk about it tomorrow but it's bedtime. I mean, at one point he even said, "Dad...I ate too much sugar so now I can't sleep." Like, okay, just lay down and your body will relax. He's cute and all, but this isn't my first time in the rodeo. He's honestly fighting sleep. I'm afraid that at any point he could just pass out from exhaustion he looks THAT tired. These kids can get to that point and either turn extremely cranky, or just keep going until they crash. Because the bedrooms of my girlfriends apartment are upstairs, I'm slightly afraid his exhaustion will go until he can't and fall asleep and fall down the stairs. A father's worse nightmare for an almost five year old.
Okay so, I spent a few minutes listening to some story he wanted to tell me and I told him to go back and lay down and we will talk about it all tomorrow. A soft little okay and the door closes. Then I hear rustling in the bathroom, all the lights upstairs now turned on, and silence. I stare at the bottom of the door wondering if he fell asleep in the bathroom or turned all the lights on and not turn them off (which is a big thing with everyone but me, turning on every light however never turning them off). So I wait a little bit and listen for some sort of sign that MAYBE he just went back to his room and laid down. Complete and utter silence. I get a little concerned because I didn't hear him even walk back by the room and that was when I heard the smallest sound. I get up, creep the door open and peak out looking for signs that the child has went back to his room. Bathroom light on, bedroom door open, hallway light on. I emerge from the bedroom and peak around into the bathroom to see no child. Flip that light off. Creep to the bedroom and peak in to find minus one child.
Wait. Minus a child. There's supposed to be two in the bedroom. Not one.
At this point I'm slightly freaking out because I have no idea where the child could have escaped. The front and back doors didn't open because you can't open them silently to save a life so he was somewhere in this house. I became a father on a mission at this point. Went downstairs to no lights on. Didn't see the child in the kitchen so I went to the living room where there was again, no child. Doors were locked, so he didn't escape there.
At this point I'm in a complete and utter panic wondering where the heck my son has ended up in a not that big of a house. The only hiding spots would be the many closets in the house or a kitchen cabinet. All those doors make the loudest noises though, but I check anyways. No kid. I'm to the point now where I can hear my heartbeat in my ears and my hand is grasping the phone about to call their mother at work and freak out. I thought about yelling but I didn't want to wake the entire village up as well as the other child who has to go to school in the morning. I rush back upstairs and check their room once more hoping that maybe he was there when I seen something moving out of the corner of my eye in the closet.
There he was sitting in the closet with the light on looking at a book. At that point I wanted to go over and shake him and be like...."WHY YOU GONNA SCARE ME LIKE THAT AT 11 AT NIGHT BOY?!" But shaking children is frowned up. So I just slowly shut the door and turned off all the lights once more and came back to sit at the computer and go back to my life.
I'm now fully awake and trying to come up with a plan on how to get the boy asleep since it's 11 at night by this point.
To be continued...
HAHA...my son says otherwise. It's well past his bedtime and he comes to the door every few minutes knocking finding something to talk about. I mean, the most random things in the world this kid wants to talk about, he wants to talk about. I listen to him for a few minutes, then tell him we will talk about it tomorrow but it's bedtime. I mean, at one point he even said, "Dad...I ate too much sugar so now I can't sleep." Like, okay, just lay down and your body will relax. He's cute and all, but this isn't my first time in the rodeo. He's honestly fighting sleep. I'm afraid that at any point he could just pass out from exhaustion he looks THAT tired. These kids can get to that point and either turn extremely cranky, or just keep going until they crash. Because the bedrooms of my girlfriends apartment are upstairs, I'm slightly afraid his exhaustion will go until he can't and fall asleep and fall down the stairs. A father's worse nightmare for an almost five year old.
Okay so, I spent a few minutes listening to some story he wanted to tell me and I told him to go back and lay down and we will talk about it all tomorrow. A soft little okay and the door closes. Then I hear rustling in the bathroom, all the lights upstairs now turned on, and silence. I stare at the bottom of the door wondering if he fell asleep in the bathroom or turned all the lights on and not turn them off (which is a big thing with everyone but me, turning on every light however never turning them off). So I wait a little bit and listen for some sort of sign that MAYBE he just went back to his room and laid down. Complete and utter silence. I get a little concerned because I didn't hear him even walk back by the room and that was when I heard the smallest sound. I get up, creep the door open and peak out looking for signs that the child has went back to his room. Bathroom light on, bedroom door open, hallway light on. I emerge from the bedroom and peak around into the bathroom to see no child. Flip that light off. Creep to the bedroom and peak in to find minus one child.
Wait. Minus a child. There's supposed to be two in the bedroom. Not one.
At this point I'm slightly freaking out because I have no idea where the child could have escaped. The front and back doors didn't open because you can't open them silently to save a life so he was somewhere in this house. I became a father on a mission at this point. Went downstairs to no lights on. Didn't see the child in the kitchen so I went to the living room where there was again, no child. Doors were locked, so he didn't escape there.
At this point I'm in a complete and utter panic wondering where the heck my son has ended up in a not that big of a house. The only hiding spots would be the many closets in the house or a kitchen cabinet. All those doors make the loudest noises though, but I check anyways. No kid. I'm to the point now where I can hear my heartbeat in my ears and my hand is grasping the phone about to call their mother at work and freak out. I thought about yelling but I didn't want to wake the entire village up as well as the other child who has to go to school in the morning. I rush back upstairs and check their room once more hoping that maybe he was there when I seen something moving out of the corner of my eye in the closet.
There he was sitting in the closet with the light on looking at a book. At that point I wanted to go over and shake him and be like...."WHY YOU GONNA SCARE ME LIKE THAT AT 11 AT NIGHT BOY?!" But shaking children is frowned up. So I just slowly shut the door and turned off all the lights once more and came back to sit at the computer and go back to my life.
I'm now fully awake and trying to come up with a plan on how to get the boy asleep since it's 11 at night by this point.
To be continued...
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