My plan for a good night’s sleep did not work out as I had hoped. I was awaken a couple of times by a loud crash, indicating that Charles had managed to knock his tow truck off the bed and onto the floor, which would bring him to a semi-awake crying state until Dad intervened and returned the truck to its rightful place next to Charles. If he only cuddled with stuffed animals, it would be quieter and easier to have backup animals in place.
Corwin work up around 1 AM and went back to his own bed, announcing this fact loudly enough to wake up Dad. Unfortunately Charles was apparently depending on Corwin’s presence in addition to the truck’s so that I had to move back to the master bed room to placate Charles. Of course, around 3:30 AM Charles had a containment failure and I had to deal with the aftermath.
So it was a trio of grumpers that greated the dawn this morning. Mom called around 7:30 AM to gloat. She gets to attend fun packed, adrenaline fueled tightly focused technical meetings all day! Heck, it was so gripping that they didn’t even break for dinner until 9 PM! Yet here I am, stuck sitting on a comfy chair, typing up this entry while watching Charles take a bath. It’s just not fair…