When I was younger "pulling an all-nighter" meant something completely different than it does now. It used to mean I was up all night studying for something. Or it meant I was out dancing and having fun with my friends all night.
Last night I pulled an all-nighter and I wasn't studying or partying. I was cleaning up vomit. I'd rather be partying. Or even studying. All-nighters just are not as fun as they used to be. One minute I'm texting my best friend as we watch ridiculous tv, and the next minute I'm cleaning up vomit for hours on end.
Tommy is feeling better this morning. No more vomit (of course as soon as I write that down and hit Publish I have jinxed it and I'm sure he will vomit again). He has gotten some Children's Motrin down and has kept it down, so he is much more comfortable now too. Hopefully he can try to catch up on his sleep today but I'm not planning on it. The kid loathes sleep. He has since birth. I was reminded of this last night as he rolled and moaned and whined in bed with me all night long.
I felt so badly and asked him, "Does your tummy hurt? Are you feeling icky?"
He just answered calmly, "No. I feel fine now."
Confused, I asked, "Then why are you whining?"
Tommy said, "I just like to."
That went on for four hours. Tommy whining and whining. Me asking if he felt badly. Tommy telling me he felt fine but he just liked whining for no reason. No matter how I begged and pleaded him to be quiet he would not stop. Even when he continued to tell me he felt fine he kept whining. It was bizarre. It was like I was transported back in to when he was a wee baby refusing to sleep. I guess some things never change. Thank God the kid has his own room now. I can't believe I made Joey and Ben share a room with this kid for so long. No wonder they were always tired.
Finally, I couldn't take any more needless and endless whining. I took Tommy back to his bed, tucked him in, and let him whine 'til his heart's content.
That was at 4:30 in the morning. An hour later as I was just beginning to relax and let myself fall asleep Tommy came back in my room and said he was feeling achy. I gave him a dose of medicine, stayed with him for a while to make sure his tummy could handle it, and then tucked him back in his bed once again. I think I got about a half an hour of sleep before I had to start getting Joe and Ben ready for school.
I no longer like all-nighters.
Mornings like this help answer Ben's question about why I love coffee so much.