I love my kids. Really, I do. But last night was...well, it wasn't great. Now, knowing that I have a 5 month old, you might suppose that the source of my horrible, restive night was due to teething, maybe, or just general fussiness. Nuh-uh. My 4 year old was the culprit.
As many Mommies can attest, the sweet age of four begins a time when a child's fears and insecurities really begin to blossom. Oh, not to mention the fact that my son has had a chance for his incredibly active imagination to play out all types of scenarios, no matter how plausible or far-fetched they may seem. At some point after his bedtime, he became consumed with the "There's a monster under my bed" theme. And this went on all....night..... Despite my continued efforts to reassure him that no monsters were to be found under the bed and that NOTHING was making a funny noise in his room, he remained insistent that the baddies were waiting for him to close his eyes just for an instant.
After I had returned my son to his bed for the third time, I had just about reached my breaking point. See, I'm the type of person that has to have some amount of sleep. I'm not one of the perky ones that can function on just an hour or two and awake rested and happy. My husband will tell you that. Speaking of the husband, his alarm was set for 3:40am so that he could arrive at his job by 5am. Yeeeeeah...Sleep and I have this love/hate relationship going on, kinda as in I love sleep, but it hates me.
So, this morning I wake up the boy to get him ready for school. He looks up at me and says, "Huh. Guess there really is nothing under my bed. How do you like that?" No, son, you don't really want me to answer that. Perhaps he will recall this statement tonight. But wait...silly Mommy...everyone knows that the monsters only come out at night! If they decide to torment my son again tonight, I'll be right there to rescue him...again. After all, isn't that what Mommies do?