Last night I decided to be a big girl and take the new medication I was nervous about taking (one reason being that it has a sedating effect so I wasn’t sure how the night wakings were going to go). The first time I got up I felt drunk, exactly as if I’d had a little too much to drink. I’m not a big fan of that, but I’m hoping it either goes away or Ethan sleeps long enough that I sleep through that phase.
Around 3:30 I came back into our room after feeding Ethan. Then Rich got up to blow his nose and I had a lovely conversation with the steam cleaner thinking it was Connor.
“Hi buddy. What’s wrong?”
The steam cleaner/Connor didn’t answer.
“Are you okay?”
Still no answer.
I sat in bed trying to remember what colour t-shirt Connor had on when he went to bed. I was sure it was a dark one.
“Connor, love? Are you there?”
Connor the Steam Cleaner was silent.
At that point Rich came out of the bathroom.
“What’s that?” I asked him. “Is that Connor?”
“No, that was me blowing my nose.”
Apparently he’s not terribly good at following along with insane conversations in the middle of the night.
“No, that. In the corner. Is that Connor?”
Rich did an impression of a dog chasing his tail as he turned around and around to see what the hell I was talking about.
“What?! Who’s there?!”
“That thing in the corner? That’s the steam cleaner,” he explained.
“Oh. I thought it was Connor.”
“You scared the crap out of me.”
I shrugged and went back to my drunken sleep. At least we didn’t have another kid to put back to bed.
PS Don’t ask why we have a steam cleaner camped out in the corner of our bedroom.
PPS He was wearing a light-coloured t-shirt.