Keeping Mommy Awake

Dear Mommy,

Can anyone explain something to me. Why are you not sleeping at night? You get up four or five times a night, waking me up, and making your way to the bathroom. I just don't understand it.

Oh, I hear what you say to people about it--you blame me. You tell them that I am kicking your bladder or laying in a bad spot.

Mom...really. I'm just laying here! I can't really do much about it, now can I? It is dark in here and I am floating around, with time on my hands. I don't have any toys to play with. I can't pull my puppy's tail. I can't even spit up all over you and Daddy. So, I have to have something to keep me busy and occupied.

I'm doing the best I can Mommy. Please cut me a little slack! I'll be here before you know it and I bet you'll miss having me jab and kick you. Well, maybe not, but I'm thinking you will. But, by then, you'll be so busy feeding me, changing my diapers, burping me, and wishing I would go back to sleep, that I doubt you will have time to remember what all of this was like.

That's why I keep blogging about it. So, you'll never forget. But then again, do mothers ever really forget anything? I guess will we see.

Your Son...

Evan