We went to Minnesota this weekend. All the kids stayed at Travis's brother's house while the adults went to a concert on Saturday night. The kids all hung out and watched each other with a little assistance from a babysitter. The adults didn't get home until about 1am. All good.
It was all good...until Sam decided he wanted to be awake and held at 3am. And didn't want to sleep or be put down until 4:30am. It was nutso. He was mostly content for that entire hour and a half which was helpful since Alex was sharing a room with us. One of the times I tried putting him back in his pack 'n' play, he started squawking enough to roust Alex, who promptly sat up and said, "I know Sam-Sam, but you have to understand...sometimes life isn't fair." I thanked him for his support in the matter, and told him to snuggle up and go back to sleep. "I can't Mom. There's a big wet spot." Ooooooooof course there is.
So there I was at 4 in the morning, still a bit tipsy, ALL the way exhausted, feverishly ripping pee soaked sheets off of a bed before the mattress got wet. And don't forget all this had to be done one handed because heaven forbid Sam would allow me to set him down for a split second without screaming and possibly waking up the rest of the people in the house.
The concert was really good though!
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