4:45am "Mommy, I need to go teetee. Mommy! MOMMY! I need to TEE TEE!!!"
I fumble, scramble, trip and stumble my way out of bed and down the hall to find R standing in the middle of his bed holding the front of his diaper.
I scoop him up and deposit him in the restroom, pulling down his pants in the dark. Then I simultaneously hear and feel the evidence that he was already going as I undressed him. I turn on the lights to confirm my fears. What a mess. I clean him up, clean the bathroom, then clean myself---trying to move quickly and quietly to salvage any ability to get him back to sleep.
4:52am I climb back into my bed and pray for the best.
5:08am P is awake and yelling, "MOMMY! COME HERE. I NEED YOU. MOMMY!!!!"
I get up to quiet him down. He is wide awake.
5:17am P is yelling again. My husband decides to go ahead and get up since his alarm will sound in a matter of minutes.
5:20am P is in my bed, in an effort to at least get him out of the room his brother is in--and so I don't have to keep getting up and going to him.
5:25am R is awake, too. Calling me. Loudly.
5:28am I am in bed, flanked my two wiggle worms. Despite my best efforts to teach them to whisper I am being peppered with enthusiastic questions LOUDLY.
A few moments of quiet settle in---ahhhhh. Savor this sweetness.
Suddenly, P breaks the silence, "Mommy. Sing that feel good song where the man screams."
It is 5:40 and I am singing James Brown with my sons. They are giggling and singing along. "What's da next part say?"
Groggily, eyes still closed, I whisper-sing, "When I hold you in my arms."
P shouts, "Mommy! We don't CHEW yo' arms!!!!"
The three of us are giggling again. Now K is awake.
It's over. There is no use fighting it anymore. Our day has begun.
What am I going to do when the time changes in a few weeks?