With our new schedule, the Princess and I don’t get home from the studio til about 9pm on Mondays and Tuesdays. Little Man is not exactly thrilled with this. He does not like going through the bedtime routine, much less falling asleep, when I’m not home. I’m of the mind it’s good for him to work this through with dad, so I don’t say much about it to him. I just put it on his weekly schedule hanging in his room.
We got home last night, and he popped downstairs for his water. He was still within his thirty-minute reading window, so I didn’t put him on notice. He quietly got what he needed and went back upstairs. I watched some tv with Spouse for a bit, and went upstairs about forty-five minutes later. Little Man’s light was still on, so I peeked in his room. He was out. So I walked in to turn his light off. He rolled over towards me, eyes half open, and started muttering something that seemed very important to him, but which was completely incomprehensible. He was sound asleep. Then he reached out his arms and drew me to him. I hugged him, put Jaws in his arms, and quietly left the room.
For all the hell we’ve been through the last four weeks, those quiet moments make up for it all. My sweet boy is in there, struggling past everything else. And he knows his momma. I went to bed with a smile on my face.