Wetting the recliner

I was getting ready to hit the road again on Tuesday and Monday was well, a Monday so it was late and I still hadn’t finished packing to take off for an early morning flight. Quentin was doing his usual wake up ritual every 45 minutes after being put to bed at his usual 8pm bed time. Carrie was getting sick of the stair master routine and needed some help. We finally got to bed and Q tucked in around 10:30. Then the phone rings – it’s work! I am way too dedicated. I finally get to sleep and at 11:30 Quentin wakes up. Like clockwork. Every hour on the hour. I decide I’ll take it even though I’m getting up at 5. Such dedication…I think it’s 1:34 because I’m delirious and I can’t see the clock or rather too tired to make out the digits so I think I’ve been tossing and turning for hours and have only clocked 15 minutes of sleep. In reality I have been asleep for 15 minutes but it's only 11:30. I get up stairs and pick him up. I assume the position in the recliner, our 1-3 hour middle of the night bed, which ironically is about as comfortable as our bed these days. I am half asleep and he’s out cold. He feels kind of warm to me but I’m not wearing much and his blankets aren’t real people size and this is Florida so I’m flaunting some skin. It’s warm so I’m not complaining. I’m half asleep mind you and I start to think man, he’s really warm. Hmm, I feel weird, kind of funny in a not so funny way. I really shouldn’t feel this warm. He jostles and moves off my mid section sort of and I realize my boxers are wet. Did I just pee myself? No way. There is no way I am that comfortable, right? I am actually half asleep, half dreading work trip number 345 and am having a middle of the night debate with myself about whether or not I just wet the recliner. At that moment I wake up long enough to have the thought, "What the H is going on here?!? Am I really this tired?! Of course I didn’t wet the recliner! How old am I for crying out loud? The kid is peeing on you! Wake up!!" So, I realize the kid has wazzered all over me and just happened to be positioned on me just right to cause this great debate. My keen since of perception kicked in when I realized his PJ’s were soaked. Now I’m trapped and I don’t know where his PJ’s are and I’m full of pee and he’s full of pee and it’s the middle of the night and I have to get up at 5 and I’m just wondering is this what parenthood is all about? And I think, this is exactly what parenthood is all about. You get peed on and change your kids diaper and clothes and he doesn’t wake up during the process. Here we can’t get this kid to sleep 2 hours in a row but in his sleep he can pee all over himself, me, get stripped, a diaper change, new clothes and not wake up. It makes you pause and wonder is he just screwing with us every night? Is he just testing us to see how dedicated we are? You don't think he's timing us getting up the stairs do you?

On top of all that Delta calls at 5am to let me know my flight’s been cancelled. That about sums it up. It took me 14 hours to get to Iowa on Tuesday. I have driven it and it’s about 18 hours. That’s pathetic, but my diaper was clean the whole way.

Here is a picture of our little man getting dirty outside. All boy...