I don't understand why my kid has restless sleep. What is on his mind? Overdue bills? Relationship drama? A weekend to-do list? Both nights (2 & 3) I went check on him at 10:30pm and his entire body is on the bed, but his head is resting on the floor. I usually get summoned back around 12:30 or so. I'll lay on the bed with him and here come the karate chops. He climbs across my face to reach his music box. He'll search his mattress for his second pacifier (Yes, he sleeps with two, sometimes three of them.) He'll sit straight up in bed then fall down and try to sleep in whatever position he lands in. Then he starts invading my space. My belly becomes a pillow. My pillow becomes his. My face becomes his footrest. After about 1 - 2 hours of his whirlwind of face slaps, scratches and roundhouse kicks, Cameron eventually caves in and falls asleep.
I don't even bother heading back to my bed because by this time Brian has drowned out the music box with his snores. As I am sleeping on the mattress next to Cameron, he starts crying.
It's 2:45am. Come on kid. Please.
Wait. Where is my kid?
He has rolled so much during the night that he has rolled himself into a burrito with his top sheet all the way to the end of his mattress. (I will start sleeping next to my camera.) No appendages are visible, and I can only see the top of his head. I just start unrolling and out he comes. I climb into bed with him to try and get him to spare just a few more hours of sleep. What is that smell? Why are all his sheets wet? You've got to be kidding me. Those three cups of milk before bed shot through my kid and were soaked up by the sheets and now by me. You want to know the worst part? We didn't even bother to get out of bed to change sheets and clothes. Surprised? The things we do for a few more hours of sleep.
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