Drunken midgets like a bullet
We’ve been off of the comfortable sleeping schedule for Tin. His early to bed was disrupted the other day when we had friends over for T’s cake on Thursday night – and he went to bed at 9 but didn’t fall asleep until 11. Since then his nap and nighttime rhythm has been thrown off. Yesterday instead of his usual three to four hour afternoon nap, he slept for an hour and then when we went to a friends’ birthday party, he was flinging himself down the brick stairs like a drunken midget and hurling through the house faster than a speeding bullet.
Everyone kept saying, “Oh he’s just a little boy.” But we knew that this little boy was wired for sound and at any moment might take off like a rocket ship. So we did the usual drive by eating, drive by chatting and switched off between who did the block and tackle and who did the quick friend face time, and by the time we all got home at the late hour of 8 PM, we hurled ourselves to bed.
Well not quite, Tin went down like a house on fire after we finished reading Dr. Seuss’ A to Z and we followed shortly after two episodes of the Wire. I’m getting anxious as we are finishing the last season and they are killing off all of my favorite characters – last night Butchie died – damn it! And then Prop Joe. If they kill Omar, I’m done!