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Two and a half hours later, Jackson is still awake.
He has gone the bathroom three times, had a banana and a glass of water and has come out to say, “I love you” and given me enough kisses to fully convince me that he adores me, (when it is past his bedtime.)
Once again, I hear him call, “Moooom.”
This time I am lying in bed, seconds from sleep myself. I get up because I don’t want him to wake Olivia who has finally just given in to sleep herself.
“Mom… ah…. I just want to tell you something…ummm… I love you and…”
As Jackson searches his mind to come up with something worthy to tell me, all I can think in my too tired to be awake mind is, “This at least better be something blogable…”
He finally comes up with something,“…I am feeling good now and my finger is feeling good.”
“Good sweetie – I am glad. Now, go to sleep”
I leave the room, again.
Remind me not to let my son sleep in till 9am again. It really messes with his body clock.
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