It's currently 4:12 AM. I've been awake since 2:00 AM. I awoke to the sounds of Oliver crying. Being woken in the middle of the night has been a common occurrence for quite some time now. Oliver has plenty of nights when he's able to wait until morning before he has to pee but tonight was not one of them.
2:00 AM - I find Oliver in the hall. He's whining because he peed the bed. I strip the *plastic sheet thing off his bed. I change Oliver into dry PJs and get him to pee on the toilet (just in case). I get him back into bed, not to his liking. (He's been having trouble understanding that just because you wake up in the middle of the night doesn't mean it's "wake up time".) I head back to bed myself.
2:30 AM - I'm lying in bed unable to get back to sleep. I decide to head downstairs to maybe watch TV or get a snack or have some decaf tea or something. As I enter the hall I can see that Oliver's bedroom light is on. I open his door to find him sitting on the floor by his dresser. He says he was just looking for his Spiderman PJs but there weren't' there. I put him back in bed, turn off the light and go downstairs.
3:15 AM - I can hear Oliver open his door. I go upstairs to see what's up and he's standing in the hall. I run back downstairs, turn off the TV, run back upstairs and climb into bed with Oliver thinking maybe he'll stay in bed if I'm there with him. Plus, I really should be trying to get back to sleep.
3:20 AM - This isn't going to work. He's moving around and it's too cramped in that bed. Also, I'm wide awake so I leave Oliver and tell him he is not to get out of bed. I head back downstairs to watch TV and surf the net.
4:00 AM - I'm in the bathroom when I head noise upstairs. I'm positive it's Oliver. I hear sounds directly above me in the upstairs bathroom. I finish my business and head upstairs. Oliver's door is closed but the light is on. I find him laying on the floor. I ask him if he just went pee and his says yes. I tell him I'm proud of him for peeing on the toilet but it's still not time to get up yet. I get him back in bed and cover him for the 4th time. I head back downstairs.
At first I was annoyed and was getting angry with Oliver because he often fights being put back to bed. But then I started to think about how dumb the whole thing was. I staying up but trying to force Oliver back to sleep. Kind of seems wrong. I mean, I'm the "responsible" one who knows better. I know that Oliver needs to go back to sleep because otherwise tomorrow he'll be cranky and end up having a nap which will screw things up for tomorrow night, possibly. However, I have yet to get back to sleep and it's not 4:35 AM.
*The plastic sheet thing is fabric on the top but plastic on the bottom and we place it over his sheet.
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