At some point I stumbled into bed (it was probably 10:30-ish). Wyatt was downstairs watching TV. Babies were each asleep in their respective beds. I stretched my body diagnol across the span of our King size bed, letting the cool sheets send me off to sleep. Next thing I knew, Calvin was crying out for mamma. I was too tired to coo him to sleep in his own bed. I picked him up and headed back in to the bedroom. There I found Olivia had already come in and made herself cozy – perpendicular – on the bed. I situated them both on Wyatt’s half (he was still downstairs, asleep no doubt. I used to go get him and tell him to come to bed, but now that the couch is downstairs, he’s on his own). Who knows how much later, I was awoken by Wyatt was standing over the bed, about to throw the pillow (which I had kicked off the bed so the kids could sleep) onto the babies. “Watch out for the babies!” I warned. He squinted. “Oh, I didn’t even see them there.” Then, in his most pathetic voice: “Can I come over by you?”
I scoot over. “Okay, but you have to face the wall, and bend your legs. I have to roll over a lot” I warn. Half an hour of rolling my gigantic belly in the 18 inches from Wyatt to Calvin and back to Wyatt, and I finally give up. Everyone is comfortably asleep but me! I push myself up, climb over Wyatt, around the bed, and pick up each baby, returning them to their rooms. As I finally climb into the now hot sheets I wonder: “Why is everyone asleep but me?”
Overheard: Olivia was telling me all about her idea. Calvin started rambling about something – who knows what – Olivia’s the only one who understands him half the time. After a moment of his incessant chatter, Olivia paused in her story. “Excuse me Calvin. Just wait, I’m talking to mommy.”
We were in Oakley today. “Look, Olivia! A deer.” Olivia looks out the window just as a deer is running up the field away from us and the car. “Yeah, but it ran away ’cause it was scared ’cause we’re monsters!”