Day 161- The Joys of Parenthood
Monday, July 11, 2011
Right now, I really miss the days when my son was considered a baby.
My 3 year old just woke me up at 4 o'clock in the morning to tell me he couldn't reach the light in the kitchen, and he needed light to finish eating Daddy's lunch.
I stumbled out of bed, having been up most of the night already due to bad allergies (stupid fires), and had him repeat himself.
In the kitchen, I found my husband's lunchbox on the floor, with most of the contents eaten. There was also an obvious attempt to fill a cup of milk for himself, as evidenced by the big puddle. In the living room, I found my laptop on, and the Disney Junior website loaded. I'm wondering how long he's been up.
He just finished eating, and I got him back into bed fairly easy, after I had cleaned up the evidence of his snack.
I'm guessing he's about to go through a growth spurt. Either that, or the teenage eating starts young.
Anyone got some good news for me? This won't happen again, right? Right?