J was up at 4:30 this morning. Not sort of awake. Not dreamily awake. Not lazily awake. Not lingering-in-bed awake. Not we-could-hear-him-over-the-baby-monitor-cooing-to-himself awake.
J was up and in our room, alarming the bejeezus out of us with a militant, hearty, enthusiastic, LOUD “COFFEE!!!!!!!!!”
To no avail we tried to get him to go back to bed.
No matter how many times we tried.
He was up. UP, UP and AWAY!!!!
We tried a timer.
He came into the room five minutes into the timer. COFFEE!!!!!
We tried telling him to wait until we came to get him.
He was in the room again not two minutes later. COFFEE!!!!!!!!!!!
We checked his temperature. It was normal.
We checked his ears. Waxy, but not more than is acceptable.
We checked his teeth. Dirty, but no cracks, chips, irritation, swelling, or other reason why he might be up at 4:30 in the morning.
We listened to his tummy. No more gas in there than there should be.
He was just up. Up and insistent.
We were up, too. Up and exhausted. Up and irritated. Up and annoyed. Up and insufficiently caffeinated.
My guess, because he didn’t complain about not getting his PIZZA today (it IS Wednesday, right?), is that J is having not-particularly serious tummy issues. With this in mind, I amped up the stuff that might help move things along for him in that department.
In the meantime, J is being stubborn. He won’t tell me if I’m right or wrong. He won’t explain what is bothering him. I’m left guessing. It’s exhausting for both of us.
The sudden outbursts of energy and enthusiasm taking place when I am not in the room confuse me. Is it me? Is he sick of me? Am I annoying him? Am I the typical roll-your-eyes-at-her mother????
What little energy I have left after being up so early (and sleeping so poorly…have I mentioned I’m a middle-aged woman????) is being expended worrying about whatever is bothering J, and whether I am what’s bothering J.
And it’s the Eighth Day of Christmas…eight maids a-milking and all that other good stuff…if I manage to stay awake for it…