Dreaming With My Eyes Open

Everybody is now home. They didn't arrive until a little past 9 on Monday. So they were travelling for almost nine hours. It's really only about a six hour drive. But there were plenty of potty breaks along the way. This homecoming, being so late, really has made the kids more tired than normal. They didn't wake up yesterday until almost 10 am. And at 6:30 in the a.m. I took them to my parents house. So they both slept through the move from bed to minivan, and then from minivan to beds at my parents house. I was pretty impressed that they'd slept so heavy. But this has had unfortunate side effects. Little E was a terror last night, which isn't her fault, she's just exhausted. But when she gets crazy tired like that she just whines and cries a lot. Even more than she usually does. But there came a point in her night where she just became to tired to sleep. So she kept getting up every fifteen minutes or so. Starting at about 8. We kept taking her back to bed, and finally went to bed ourselves a couple hours later. She kept coming out. My lovely wife discovered that there was a little present in her nighttime diaper and so she changed her, thinking that this newly fresh wrapper would help soothe her to sleep. But about 10:45ish, after almost three full hours of her getting up, we thought she was asleep.

We were watching TV (reruns of Malcom in the Middle) in our room when we heard little footsteps come down the hall and stop by our door. We decided to ignore her with the hopes that she'd just go to bed on her own. Then we heard her climbing the stool by our sink, which she usually uses to brush he teeth and put on her makeup with her mommy in the morning. Then we heard what sounded like water trickling into the sink. So I looked over and saw that it was not our little girl, but our six year old son peeing in the sink. He has reached the level of tired that he's been at before where he'll kind of wake up and just wander somewhere because he's gotta pee, and go in some weird place. He's gone in his closet, in the towel closet and almost in the corner of the living room once. But going in our sink was a new one. The thing is, the toilet was literally just a few feet away when he climed up the stool to pee in the sink. After he was done I had him wash his hands and asked him why he just peed in the sink, and he just sort of giggled and said, "I peed in the sink." and was basically asleep again. I don't think his eyes opened once during this whole ordeal. But he did hit his target pretty good. There was some tinkle sprinkle around the sink, which my wife cleaned up whilst I carried our sleeping almost first grader back to bed.

The thing is, it's probably a very environmentally concious thing to do. Peeing in the sink, there's no flushing, it just goes down the drain, and if you wash your hands in the same sink it will rinse it out and get residual soap there. But then again, it is the sink. So probably not something that I'll do on a consistent basis.