Friday, October 17, 2008

It's That Time Again

It's 8:34. I finally have a chance to sit down after finishing the dishes and laundry and cleaning up. It's been a long day, and I realize that I've yet to have dinner. The couch beckons, so I sit down and turn on the computer. My feet go up on the couch, and I lean back with my eyes closed, waiting for it to boot.

AHHHHHHUUUUUUUUUHHHHHHHHH

AANNNNNNNNGGGGGG

IIIIIIIIIIIIHHHHHHHHHHH

That's coming from Mister Man. My husband is sick asleep in bed, so I race up the stairs, almost tripping on the clean socks I'd left folded on the landing. He's still crying as I slip into his room. I reach for him on his bed, and he's sitting up, wriggling and crying.

What is it, Mister Man? What's wrong? Did you have a bad dream?

Do you need a hug from Mommy?

Are you too hot?

Do you need DouglasKitty?

What's wrong, Kiddo? I can't help you if you can't tell me? Shhhh, shhh. You're ok.

He continues to cry with his eyes closed like he isn't fully awake yet. And he's yet to stop wriggling around. To the untrained eye, he appears to have ants in his pants.

Sweet Pea, do you have to go potty?

I get my first half intelligible noise, a moaning yeeeaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhh. I can see that he's in no condition to go himself, so I scoop him into my arms and make my way past the Thomas trains still on the floor and head into the hallway. He's still crying and wiggling.

In the bathroom we go, and I'm briefly grateful for the small nightlight inside. I set Mister Man down in front of the toilet. As I reach to open the lid, he's wriggling his pants down. His eyes are still closed, and his mouth is hanging open.

A steam emerges. A most impressive stream. The longest stream a little boy could create. Forty-five seconds later, he sighs in contentment. The pants slowly come up, and I help him wash his hands before carrying my forty-one pound boy back to bed. He's sound asleep long before I set him gently into bed and cover him back up.

That's about when I walk into my husband's room with one comment and one comment only. He is so your son.

4 comments:

MaBunny October 17, 2008 at 5:15 PM  

ROFLMAO! hope the hubby feels better soon. Does he have the sinus thing now?

Jeff October 17, 2008 at 6:30 PM  

A good strong stream is a healthy sign for a guy. When you're in your mid 40s you pay attention to those kinds of things.

Riayn October 17, 2008 at 10:29 PM  

Poor little guy. It must be horrible to wake up and need so desperately to go to the bathroom but be unable to make it there yourself.

Hope your husband is feeling better.

Cookie October 18, 2008 at 12:54 AM  

LOL
It's a good thing that he woke up to go!

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