What Happened?

Late at night I was asleep in bed when I felt Evie crawl in beside me.  Assuming it was Jack, I didn’t fully wake up.  This is not an unusual occurrence.  It’s an every night occurrence.  I definitely, without a doubt, screwed up the sleep training thing.  Didn’t do it.  Didn’t even try. Now I am faced with a lifetime of little people crawling into my bed at all hours of the night.  Forever.  Oops.

I heard Scott say, “Evie, where are your clothes?”  She mumbled something that sounded more like sleep talking than answering daddy but whatever she said seemed to answer his question.  I went quickly back to sleep.  Clothes?  Who needs clothes?!  

Around midnight I was woken up by {a loud}, “Oh my god!  Look at this?!  What is this?”  I get it.  Something took Scott off guard.  His reaction might have been better served if we were being attacked by a bear or maybe a giant volcano started growing outside our front door.  Evie had wet her bed.  {This is where us women snicker to ourselves a little bit and knowingly wink… oh silly men….}

At some point Jack had also crawled into bed with me and there was no room left for Scott.  Instead of moving everyone he made the dinette into a bed. Then he grabbed a blanket off of Evie’s bed.  As he pulled it, pee splashed on him.  He doesn’t like pee.  Who does really?!  That’s when I was summoned.

What Does It Mean?

People often ask how the kids adjust to our eccentric lifestyle.  They move around.  A lot.  Do they like it?  Do they understand it?  

Every time we “move” or “relocate” {meaning whenever we get into new beds for an extended period of time}, Evie usually has 1 bad night.  It’s not always the first night.  Bad can mean a lot of different things.  Sometimes she can’t sleep and needs a lot of cuddling  Sometimes she has an accident.  Sometimes she insists on sleeping in every available bed before settling down.  I’m not sure what that means, but I take it as a good sign that she quickly adapts.   After the bad night, she usually settles right into enjoying the new “home”.  Jack doesn’t seem to mind wherever he is… as long as he knows how to get from his bed to my bed in the middle of the night.  Bonus points if Grandmom is with us and he has a choice.

So that’s how it came to pass that the next day Scott worked out of a laundromat in Ithaca NY while I took the kids food shopping.  We like to post pictures of his fancy “office” spaces like this and this:

But just as often, probably more often, his offices look more like this:

There he is, bringing home the bacon. He even folded the laundry. 

Evie has had her rough night.  Jack can climb out of his bunk into our bed with his eyes closed.  We have settled in.  We’re heading west.  Things are coming together.