I am busy. As in, so busy I don't even know where to start, or continue, or finish, or what to just work on first. Because when I'm this busy, it all gets crazy and jumbled up in my head and I can't concentrate or focus. But my mom asked for a post, and even though she has probably already gone home for the day (I think my blog keeps her company at work), I will appease her.
Last night, Charlie called me upstairs for a late night meeting. It was about 2AM, and it went something like this.
Charlie: (sitting at the top of the stairs, in his sweetest, little voice) I need you mom. Mom, I neeeeeeeeed you.
Me: What do you need me for (as I walk him back to bed)?
Charlie: By me Mom. Lay by me.
Me: I will lay by you, but just for a minute, OK?
So we lay in his bed, snuggled up, while I scratch his little back. I notice after a couple of minutes that his eyes are closed, and his breathing is heavy. I quietly leave his room, check on the rest of the kids, and go back to bed.
Not even 2 minutes later...
Charlie: (from the top of the stairs, in his mad, grumpy voice) Upstairs NOW, Mom! Lay by me. Mean Mom. You are mean. Be nice.
And I could not stop laughing, even while I, AGAIN, laid next to him in his bed. After a few minutes more of back scratching, and admiring his long, long eyelashes, and his long, almost 3 year old body, and thinking- I'm so glad he missed me in the middle of the night so we could have this moment-, I went to my own bed.
And then woke up 6 hours later with him next to me. In my bed. With a mouth full of bubblegum.
The kid is nuts. And I love him!