So, I don’t really sleep anymore because my neck hurts so much as it continues to re-tighten after my amazing Cancun massage.
I need to get a new pillow.
Anyway, I’m a light sleeper, to begin with, and add the tossing and turning and I can just forget about sleeping.
So, last night, I’m pretending to sleep and I hear footsteps.
I immediately reason that it’s Baby Monkey, because he’s our resident sleepwalker.
I hear him go down the stairs, and then back up again.
Then, I hear him go into Julia’s room, I see the light turn on, then off, then the footsteps leave her room.
The next thing I know, Baby Monkey opens my door, walks into my room, closes the door behind him, looks around, turns around, opens the door again and walks back out.
I hop out of bed and follow him.
“Baby?” I ask.
“Yeah, Mom?” he replies.
“Do you need to go to the bathroom?”
“Yes. But I can’t find it!”
So, I escort him to the bathroom, he goes, walks back to his room, climbs in bed and is instantly asleep.
Such is a typical night in my house.
