And while I am trying to focus on all of the disturbing things that could be happening in some random and far away apartment tonight, out comes my little jammie clad Ernie, in his snugly fitted Carolina Blue polar fleece footie pajamas. In his bed maybe 4 minutes before emerging sheepishly to report his need for water.
Ernie: (smiling and avoiding eye contact) Mommy, my tummy hurts, I need water.
Me: You have water by your bed.
Ernie: Maybe I need something to eat. Maybe a peanut butter and jam sandwich.
Sigh. Grateful for distraction from dark scary place in my head, I make sandwich and hope that he will eat it ALL or at least that I won't, if he doesn't. Remove crusts and deliver in favorite orange bowl to Ernie roosting smugly in "his" corner of the couch.
Ernie: Mommy turn Sesame Street on for me.
Me(Too tired to offer reminder to say "please"): I am turning on the timer and not the TV. In 5 minutes, you are going back to bed. Now please, eat up. Mommy is tired and wants to go to bed too.
Ernie takes 4 bites in 5 minutes and calmly allows me to return him to bed.
Aaaah, resume worrying for a whole 35 seconds before next visit....more than enough time to contemplate PBJ crusts and leftover sandwich.
Ernie: Mommy? I need my baby and my monkeys. And my diggers book.
We search and gather, returning to his room to position all the "nai nai" gear.
Me: Good Night Buddy. Stay in your bed. I will come back in 20 minutes and whatever you need, I will get it for you. But only if you stay in bed. I love you.
Ernie: Love you mommy.
I sadly suspect that he is upon the age for discovering fear. He requested I look out the window to see what was out there before returning to his little nest. God, I mean and hope to always be someone he will come to for assurance.
10:54 p.m. Andy has phoned. Unscathed, he is in his truck, and on his way. That bastard. I can't believe he is cheating :)~
Time to go Nai Nai