At the Cole house one morning a couple weeks ago, we were having a bad time of things. Rich was at work, and the kids and I had a long day in front of us. I was grumpy and tired, as were the kids. Between the whining and the crying and the tantrums (admittedly, from all three of us), it was amazing that we all made it through lunch.
But we did and, thankfully, naptime was upon us. I laid Lena down and she was out before her head hit the pillow. Then I went to check on Sam, who was going potty before he laid down. He was still sitting on the toilet when he pointed to the floor to show me a tiny puddle where he had missed a little. No biggie. I leaned down to wipe it up and then felt something warm and wet hit the side of my face and run down into my mouth.
Into my mouth.
Yes, Sam had forgotten to push his pee pee down before it let loose again and I was the unlucky recipient of his wild pee stream.
I was immediatly angry. I mean I had hot, salty urine dripping off my lips and, after the morning we'd had, I was already dangerously close to the edge. I looked up at him slowly and he was laughing to himself.
I said, "This is not funny, Sam. You peed on Mommy!"
Sam answered, "Yeah, Mommy, it is funny."
He started laughing again. Then I started laughing, Sam urine still on my lips. We both laughed so hard we had tears coming down our faces, which luckily for me, helped to wash off the pee.
One night several weeks ago Sam woke up around 2:30 am to some howling crazy winds. I'm usually a very light sleeper and wake at the slightest sound from the kids' rooms. But that night I was out. Cold. So when Sam silently crept into our room, scared by the wind, holding his baby and polar bear tightly to his chest; I didn't hear his big stinky feet shuffling into our room. He was standing right beside our bed quietly staring at me with tears in his beautiful blue eyes. I was still out cold...
Until, somehow in the depths of a splendid REM cycle, I sensed I was being watched and I sat straight up in bed, sucking in one of those loud mom breaths we all do when we see our kids fall or nearly miss a staggering head injury...anytime we're scared. And sensing someone watching me while I slept was enough to coax out one of those scared loud breaths.
Evidently, seeing me go from peacfully sleeping to violently launching myself up, scared poor Sam even more than he already was from the whirling whipping winds. He started to wail and stumbled backwards, away from me like I was a monster.
"Oh, Sammy. You scared Mommy", I said catching my breath.
In between sobs, still not approaching the bed, Sam said, "You...(s)cared....me...too!"
That just about broke my heart, poor baby. I held out my arms and he ran toward me. I scooped him up and held his little trembling body close to mine and, eventually, we both calmed down and went back to sleep.