There are some sounds that you just don't want to hear in the middle of the night.
The crash of breaking glass.
Dogs barking on and on and on.
The phone ringing, most likely signaling some sort of emergency.
Then there are sounds that you just don't want to hear in the middle of the night as you are firmly parked on the couch, pooping bricks and having a heart attack as one of the most intense hockey games you have ever seen goes into overtime.
Toddler feet plopping across the floor above you.
A toddler crying.
A toddler yelling, "MOMMMY!"
The first time Alexis woke up all sorts of cranky, I abandoned my station in front of the Penguins game and managed to settle her back into bed after a drink of water and a few hugs. Miraculously, I didn't miss any goals.
The second time the Toddler woke up all sorts of cranky, I thought it was absolutely reasonable that Mr. Husband should take a turn. I had already missed the entire first period putting the Toddler to bed and part of overtime putting her back to bed.
Mr. Husband wasn't willing to miss a second. His answer for a crying toddler was to snatch her up and let Alexis hang out with us downstairs. And that would be how the Toddler managed to cuddle with me on the couch, watching the Penguins fight for a win like I've never seen a team fight for a win before. She saw at least two periods of overtime Stanley Cup Playoff hockey. (Keep in mind that I do have feet and could have escorted her back upstairs. I didn't want to miss another second either. Even if I was on the verge of a catastrophic heart attack from the stress of that game.)
Surprise, surprise, surprise, the result of a toddler hanging out with her parents while watching hockey in the middle of the night is a very, very sleepy toddler. The kid had absolutely no interest in getting up this morning.
None.
When she wouldn't wake up, I finally just started changing her into clothes while she continued to sleep. That Herculean effort was met with moans and groans and whining. Apparently, a certain little someone didn't like the whole Let's Wake Up Six Hours After the Game Ended Concept. Finally, after several minutes of muttering, "No!" and "Go away!" Alexis said something that pretty much summed up the whole thing:
"Stupid."
I'm not sure if she was calling me stupid, saying that it was stupid to be awake so early after that game, or both, but she was very much so correct in her assessment.
Now if you'll excuse me, I need to go get some sleep.
