I have really bad insomnia right now and that combined with not feeling well made it so I hardly slept at all last night.
I was exhausted after dropping Big Kid off so I turned the television on in our bedroom, told little kid to sit and watch it quietly and pulled my comforter over my head so I could try to snooze for 30 minutes before starting the day. Just as I started to get in that comfy spot between being awake and asleep, I heard, "Mudder?"
"Nooooo," I whispered, afraid to wake myself up. "Not unless it's an emergency. Sick."
"Is an emergency, momma."
"No." I felt little fingers prying the comforter away from me.
"Mooooooom. I need you to wake up. I got's an emergency!" little kid said as he removed the covers. "You's awake? Awake now?"
"Yes! Yes I am!"
"Okay, the question is--what's I gots to ask you is....how does the Easter Bunny get the eggs out of the fridge if he doesn't gots no hands?"
God. Seriously?
"Very carefully." I answered. I then got up to go to the bathroom for the 400th time since midnight and came back to find him in my spot in bed.
"Can you get out of my spot, please?"
"I can't believe you. I'm just wantin' to snuggle my mudder and she doesn't want to!"
"No, we can snuggle, I'm just asking you not to wiggle into my spot every time I get out of bed. You know I like having my pillow, please just move over."
"Fine! Fine, we won't snuggle. Does that make you happy? Not to snuggle me? I'll just lay all the way over here, way away from your spot so you don't have to snuggle me. Okay?"
"Okay."
"How mean. It's just mean."
"You're welcome to come lie next to me."
"No no. I might get in your spot. Can't have people gettin' in your spot, not even your baybay who wants to snuggle you."
"I'm in my spot now. You can lie next to me and snuggle."
"Nope."
"Okay."
Ten minutes later he walked back in the room. "Can't believe you don't want to snuggle your own baybay. I don't know what your problem is today."
"I'm sick? And you're harassing me over silly things?"
"Oh yeah, okay. A mudder not wantin' to snuggle her baybay is not silly!"
"That's not what happened. Come snuggle me."
"No. I don't want to snuggle with people who are mean to me. Like you."
"Okay."
"See? That's mean."
I'm ready to give him my spot and go sleep in the car.
7 comments:
You have a fabulous memory that I am mega jealous of. WC and I have exchanges like this pretty often, but I can never remember the funny parts later.....
I take a lot of notes! I have all of these great memories of my kids, but they'll have memories of me constantly scribbling or typing things they've said. A lot of comedy gold happens in the car, so I'm always scribbling on a receipt at stop lights and my center console is always cluttered with those scraps.
I would forget it all otherwise.
Bwahaha...he sounds a lot like my husband. I swear that man waits until I get out of bed to use the restroom just take take over my side of the bed & when I ask him to scoot over he totally throws that 'I just wanted to snuggle' routine.
So notes is the key. Bud said something hilarious over the weekend, but an hour later I couldn't remember what context it was in which totally takes the funny away. I must start taking better notes. If I could just get them out of my spot on the couch.
I feel your pain. We have this one chair in the house that we all fight over. It is this big cushy rocking recliner with one of those minky throws on it. It sits in front of the fireplace and the french doors in the dining room and looks out into the garden. It is the best seat in the house. Even our friends who come visit want that chair. I just put an arch and climbing roses in the backyard so the view is even better. Now I'll never get to sit in that darn chair. Kerry
Oh my gosh, he is so awesome. I love every single conversation you have with him!!
AH HA!!!! I totally need to do that. Maybe I will get a dictaphone and just keep it on all the time....... I'll be sure to catch the comedy then!
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