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A Long Night
Sebastian fell asleep in the car last night around 7 PM as we were driving to Wrentham to pick up Teri.
When we got home, we had a hard time waking him up enough to get him out of the car (he's really too big to pick up and carry for long distances these days). He cried and fussed. Once we got him on the porch, he dragged himself over to the couch, took of his shoes, hat, gloves, and coat, and tried to fall asleep. But it was freezing out there - barely warmer than outside, there's no heat except what radiates from the internal wall - so we couldn't allow that.
So with great difficulty we got him into the living room, where he laid down on the sofa again. Teri ended up carrying him up the stairs and into his bed.
She fell asleep soon after.
I stayed up and played some Diablo II: LOD. At around 9:35 I headed for bed. Ten minutes later, I sat bolt upright: I'd heard a cry of distress from Sebastian's room.
He was sitting half-upright, sobbing sleepily. "My tummy hurts!" he cried.
"Do you think you're going to throw up?"
"Maybe..."
I looked around frantically, but couldn't find a trash can. We'd left it in our room the night that he'd thrown up on our bed. So I ran back to our room and grabbed one (incidentally and not entirely unintentionally waking up Teri in the process), and ran back to his room. He drank some water, Teri came in and helped soothe him, and we left him in his bed with the trash can (a new one, quite clean) on the bed next to him.
I went back to bed and fell asleep. Sometime in the night, around 2 AM, Sebastian woke up and came into our bed; later, when I got up to got to the bathroom and came back, he'd stretched out his arm and taken up my space. So I went to his bed to sleep.
That night, I had a dream.
I was in a small bed, in my office. Of course, in the real world I work in a cube, not an office, but in my dream I was in a small bedroom-like office at my workplace. I lay there in bed for a couple of hours, worrying about sleeping at work - it didn't seem right - and then things changed.
There was some sort of odd corporate roleplaying test going on. We were at a rural location; we were all going to be cows. Each of us was given a cow costume to wear. They were designed to let us walk upright, and (since I'm sure you're wondering) they did not have udders. Or at least mine didn't.
We were each handed a piece of paper telling us what type of cow we were. We would be graded on how well we stuck to our roles. I was a "tabula rasa" cow, which meant that I had no memory and was unable to learn or remember anything; it would be a mark against me if I were to accidentally demonstrate learning ability.
This seemed pretty unfair to me, since the other cows were competing to become the leader of the herd; it felt as if I'd been forced into a village idiot category before I'd even had a chance to compete.
But I tried to play the part and make the best of it. Incidentally, in hindsight the whole thing was very much like most of the SIL/ILF-type roleplaying events that I'd experienced, especially the unfair role assignments. Slowly the dream ended and I realized that I was sleeping on Sebastian's bed; I was still asleep, but I had some idea of where I was. I guessed that morning was near.
My back was to the door, but I heard Sebastian's footsteps as he came into the room. He climbed up on the bed behind me, and kissed me on the shoulder. Then he rubbed his face on the top-back of my head, where some men develop a bald spot (and which is, in my case, completely bald); he's never done that before. It felt funny. Finally he climbed part-way over my back and planted a kiss on my temple.
"It's morning! Time to get up, Daddy!"
A long night. But not a bad one.
When we got home, we had a hard time waking him up enough to get him out of the car (he's really too big to pick up and carry for long distances these days). He cried and fussed. Once we got him on the porch, he dragged himself over to the couch, took of his shoes, hat, gloves, and coat, and tried to fall asleep. But it was freezing out there - barely warmer than outside, there's no heat except what radiates from the internal wall - so we couldn't allow that.
So with great difficulty we got him into the living room, where he laid down on the sofa again. Teri ended up carrying him up the stairs and into his bed.
She fell asleep soon after.
I stayed up and played some Diablo II: LOD. At around 9:35 I headed for bed. Ten minutes later, I sat bolt upright: I'd heard a cry of distress from Sebastian's room.
He was sitting half-upright, sobbing sleepily. "My tummy hurts!" he cried.
"Do you think you're going to throw up?"
"Maybe..."
I looked around frantically, but couldn't find a trash can. We'd left it in our room the night that he'd thrown up on our bed. So I ran back to our room and grabbed one (incidentally and not entirely unintentionally waking up Teri in the process), and ran back to his room. He drank some water, Teri came in and helped soothe him, and we left him in his bed with the trash can (a new one, quite clean) on the bed next to him.
I went back to bed and fell asleep. Sometime in the night, around 2 AM, Sebastian woke up and came into our bed; later, when I got up to got to the bathroom and came back, he'd stretched out his arm and taken up my space. So I went to his bed to sleep.
That night, I had a dream.
I was in a small bed, in my office. Of course, in the real world I work in a cube, not an office, but in my dream I was in a small bedroom-like office at my workplace. I lay there in bed for a couple of hours, worrying about sleeping at work - it didn't seem right - and then things changed.
There was some sort of odd corporate roleplaying test going on. We were at a rural location; we were all going to be cows. Each of us was given a cow costume to wear. They were designed to let us walk upright, and (since I'm sure you're wondering) they did not have udders. Or at least mine didn't.
We were each handed a piece of paper telling us what type of cow we were. We would be graded on how well we stuck to our roles. I was a "tabula rasa" cow, which meant that I had no memory and was unable to learn or remember anything; it would be a mark against me if I were to accidentally demonstrate learning ability.
This seemed pretty unfair to me, since the other cows were competing to become the leader of the herd; it felt as if I'd been forced into a village idiot category before I'd even had a chance to compete.
But I tried to play the part and make the best of it. Incidentally, in hindsight the whole thing was very much like most of the SIL/ILF-type roleplaying events that I'd experienced, especially the unfair role assignments. Slowly the dream ended and I realized that I was sleeping on Sebastian's bed; I was still asleep, but I had some idea of where I was. I guessed that morning was near.
My back was to the door, but I heard Sebastian's footsteps as he came into the room. He climbed up on the bed behind me, and kissed me on the shoulder. Then he rubbed his face on the top-back of my head, where some men develop a bald spot (and which is, in my case, completely bald); he's never done that before. It felt funny. Finally he climbed part-way over my back and planted a kiss on my temple.
"It's morning! Time to get up, Daddy!"
A long night. But not a bad one.