Good Grief

For the first time ever, all I wanted to do tonight, the last night of the year, is stay home. Bennett went to bed early. He chose to fall asleep in my bed and I did not have the motivation to move him to his room. So as I am falling asleep, early, on New Year's Eve, two furry, purring felines curled up at my feet, my son soundly sleeping beside me, I could not feel anything but pure contentment. At that moment in time, everyone that I am responsible for in my little corner of the world was warm, safe, fed, sleeping, content. A truly peaceful moment, appropriate to ring in 2007 after a very turmultuous 2006.

What could burst my bubble? Bennett awaking suddenly from his slumber, yelling, "I want to watch Dora! The kitty one! Right now!"

A what? No. You will sleep child. You will not awaken in the middle of the night to watch TV.

So, that did not go over too well. He quickly melted into a full blown tantrum. I left the room. Bennett continued to scream for the better part of a half hour (yeah, I know, slightly delayed terrible twos, tell me about it!) Finally he emerges from my bedroom crying, "Mama, my cheeks hurt!"

Ya, because you have been screaming for half an hour buddy! That's why your cheeks hurt!

His tantrum halted. He had a look of pure disbelief on his face. He did an abrupt about face and went back to bed.

Now, I hear nothing but silence. Of course, he is still in my room. He will be moved to his own bed before I go to bed.

I am no longer in the mood to go to bed early on New Year's Eve... Kinda wish I had made plans...