Yeah, that's right. It happened again. "Dash"....Was up at an even earlier 5am. Once again I hear him crying. I go in and expect to hear much of the same discussion we had yesterday.
Me: What is wrong sweetie?
Me: Why are you crying.
Dash: I was sleeping, shhh. (still crying)
Me: I am sorry I will shh. (Dear Husband already gone had to leave house at 4:30am to take friends to airport)
Dash: Just be quiet, I am sleeping.
Me: Do you want to sleep in my bed? (Thinking: he wants to sleep, so we might both get 2 more hours)
Dash: (Runs to my bed, and climbs in) Cover me Mommy.
Me: (Thinking: great we are going to sleep, which is great. I had dreams all night that I was in Chicago taking pictures of the Sears tower, and someone took my purse. I chased these hooligans all night in my dreams)
Dash: Mommy I am not tired, I sure love you.
Me: I love you too. (Thinking...Oh crap here we go again)