I was trying desperately to forget how AWFUL I slept Sunday/Monday night.  MC started whimpering at 12:30 while I was still surfing the net (aka watching Gordon Ramsay on YouTube).  I was about to hang it up for the night when we heard the first little sobs.  And then we started listening…and waiting with bated breath to see if he was just dreaming or if he was actually awake.

We both stared in the dark and watched the little lights on the monitor go up and down.  Finally I decided he wasn’t going back to sleep and trudged over to his room.  He was definitely upset about something so I held him for a bit as he did that breathing/sobbing/hiccup thing.  Eventually I couldn’t stand anymore so we moved back to my bed.  And we laid there…for an hour…I was going to let him sleep in our bed but that child would NOT go back to sleep.  He kept smacking Scott in the head and if I moved he rolled over and had to poke my face.

Scott finally gave up and put him back in his own bed. 

We had a zombierific day.