Almost 3 a.m.

Why am I up?

Well, I was sleeping peacefully on my new sofa since I don’t have a bed yet. I carefully stole a sheet set from my Mama’s house to cover my light colored sofa while I slept on it and instructed my sons to NEVER sit on my living room set unless they have taken a bath. I even went so far as to set up an entertainment center in their room so they had no reason to be in the living room with my precious new couches.

It’s pitch black and I’m dreaming of, I don’t know, when I hear the pitter patter of little feet on tile running. I feel hands on my head and I shift, knowing it’s one of my boys. I help him as he climbs onto the couch and snuggles beneath my covers close to me. In the dark I can’t tell which son is which so I slide my hand down to pat his bottom, hmm, it’s my 2 year old. He wears pull ups while my older son wears boxers or boxer briefs. (Isn’t that something, my 4 year old refuses to wear briefs, saying it’s not enough room) We sleep like this for a while until he starts to squiggle and annoys my peaceful slumber.

I yawn and sit up. He tries to pull me back down but I’m not having it. I stand up and pick him up, his head rests on my shoulder as I carry him back to his room and place him in his bed pulling the Sponge Bob comforter up close. His eyes close slowly and don’t open again.

I’m back smiling and back on my precious couch again. A little while goes by and again I hear the pitter patter of little feet on tile. Someone’s hands are touching my head and I pull him under the covers with me and snuggle up. My hand slides down his body; boxers.

I snuggle up with my first born and fall back asleep until I feel something wet on my hand. I open my eyes and he’s sitting up gagging and throwing up all over my sheets, the floor and MY PRECIOUS COUCHES!

“Mmm, mmm- get your behind up and go to the potty.” I tell him. He throws up all over the floor on his way there and I trail him trying to stay out of the way. After he’s done I clean him up, change his shirt and put him back into his bed, pulling the Spiderman comforter close around his little head.

Then I head back to the living room with my mop, a cleaning rag and some disinfectant and I clean up all the throw up, remove the nasty sheets from my precious couch and mop the floor.

After placing the sheets and blanket in a plastic bag to be washed tomorrow I sit down on the love seat. What am I going to do now? I can’t sleep on my precious furniture without a sheet, and I only stole one set from my Mama’s house for me to use until I got a bed.

I turn out the lights and walk to my room. I look around my room filled with clothes and no furniture and sit down to my computer. Hell yeah I bought a new computer, computer desk and chair before I bought a bed- THAT’S PRIORITY MAN! Gotta feed my addiction.

I guess I’ll have to go in and pay Spiderman a visit. ~smiles~ I remember when my 2 year old was first born and all three of us slept in a twin sized bed, one night in the bed with my 4 year old won’t hurt. In fact, it’ll be fun. Like old times.

Goodnight.