Tired and True

My 2.5 yr. old, Jack, woke up last night at 2:30 am. He wasn't crying. He opened his door, walked into the living room, grabbed his sippy cup and calmly walked into my bedroom and asked, "Where's Daddy?". Even at 2:30 am he can amaze me.
Tom has been gone skiing since yesterday afternoon and now at this hour Jack decides to realize that Daddy isn't here.

I'm convinced that my two little boys are practicing for some future track team relay race. They will never both sleep through the night. They tag team every night. Last night, after questioning the whereabouts of his father, Jack slept in until 7:45am.-- normally, an unheard of event. But as if they had preplanned this the night before, Jesse woke at 5:30 and would not go back to sleep. Usually Jack is the early riser, but last night they pulled a switch-a-roo. So after waking up at 2:30 with Jack to put him back to sleep, I was awake again at 5:30 with Jesse, watching him practice his walking around the living room.

At 8:30 I dropped Jack off at preschool. At least I'll get half a break this morning. I returned home and just as I started to put Jesse down for his morning nap, the school called- Jack has diarrhea, please pick him up. So I snag Jesse out of the crib, put him in the carseat and off we go to pick up Jack. There will be no breaks for Mommy today.

Such is life right now...

Rene'