You know how you wake up in the middle of the night to pee? For most people, it's no big deal. You wake up, fumble your way to the toilet, switch on the light (or not), find the loo, pee and hope you're not peeing on the floor.
Not in this household. Not for me, at least.
We bedshare, and the little one has a habit of pulling on my hair when we sleep. Sometimes he stirs, which makes me wake up, which makes me realise my bladder is FULL. I need to go pee but I've got the tiny little fist of the human I created wrapped around my hair.
I slowly untangle my hair from his fingers, and slowly get up. Which doesn't really work cos removing my hair from his hand triggers some sort of alarm bell in his hand and he wakes up.
WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!
Mama's going to the toilet.
MAMA CARRY! MAMA CARRY!
Mama will be back.
WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!! MAMA CARRY!!! MAMAAAAA CARRYYYYYY!!!
And cos I need to pee, and I don't want to wake the Hubby, I scoop him up and carry him to the bathroom with me and hold him while I do my business.
Sigh. The drama.
These days (ok just today, but I'm hopeful!) we can negotiate a little. I got up to pee and the little one says to me:
MAMA LIE DOWN.
Mama's going to the toilet. I'll be back.
MAMA LIE DOWN!
Wait for me sweetie.
WAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!
But I managed to run off to the toilet without carrying him, go back (to a crying little boy) and shove a lock of my hair in his hands.
"See? Mama's hair is back!" (just the hair, the rest of Mama doesn't really matter). It doesn't really work and he is still crying. I scoop him up, carry him for a bit and pat his back.
He finally settles back to sleep, softly snoring and eventually, I lay him back on the bed next to me. I wonder when this nighttime drama will end, but I realise that I'll just enjoy each tiring moment cos there'll come a day when he won't ask for Mama (or my hair) in the middle of the night and I'm not quite sure if I'm ready for that yet.
