When words come back to bite you in the ass

This past week I have had a few conversations that have come back to bite me in the ass. A new babysitter came to watch the boys Sunday evening. When we arrived home, she complimented us by telling me the boys stayed so nicely in their beds. She'd was not used to kids staying in their beds.

Of course I shrugged it off by joking that we trained them by using shock therapy. Inwardly, I was smug. My boys are great; I'm the best mom! Of course, hubris gets you every time. Last night (Monday), the boys were jack-in-the-boxes. Jacob kept appearing around corners informing me he could not possibly sleep without company. He finally fell asleep, but showed up in my room at 2:30 am.

Another conversation came back to haunt me early this morning (and I mean early), like not more than 15 minutes after I finally fell back asleep after Jacob's visit. I had been discussing nightime potty training with some friends, and I mentioned that I took Nate to pee at 10:30 pm while he was basically still asleep. "Just one pee is all he needs, and he stays dry the rest of the night."

Bad, bad mommy. At 3 am I was roused by a tiny voice calling me to change his sheets and pj bottoms. There are few more painful things than changing sheets in the dark in the middle of the night. I pulled Nate into my bed instead. (Matt is in Seattle). Around 4 am, he decided he wanted to be back in his own bed. I think he remembered he would lose computer time if he did not sleep in his bed. Despite my invitation, he worried. So he left, and I ended up remaking the bed anyway.

Needless to say, I'm a little tired today. (Yawn)