Last Night...

went something like this:

9:30PM: Changed & Fed the boys

10:00PM: Put boys down for the night. Mommy & Daddy went down for the night too.

10:06PM: I hear Trevor fussing over the monitor. He's usually not a fusser, so this means one thing. Spit up.

10:07PM: I find Trevor with spit up running down his face, and a wet spot on his sheet. I wipe up his face, and move him a bit so he's not laying on the wet spot. I go back to bed. I know. Mother-of-the-Year Award!

10:16PM: More fussing from Trevor. More spit up. More wiping up. More moving. Back to bed for me.

10:22PM: Yep. More fussing. I wipe him up, change his pajamas, and rock him for awhile, hoping to get out any more burps he might have. He burps. All down the front of me. More wiping up. Change pajamas again. Change his bed sheet. Turn on his musical aquarium. Back to bed for me.

10:23PM: Realize his aquarium has turned off already. It's on a 15 min timer, and though I'm very tired, I know for sure, it hadn't been 15 minutes. Cue the fussing.

10:24PM: I throw on my bathrobe, go downstairs for a philips head screw driver and 4-C batteries. Thank the Lord we stocked up on batteries when the boys were born.

10:25-10:35PM: I figure out how to get the dang aquarium off the crib, and open the battery compartment. Trevor is still fussing.

10:40PM: Re-attach the aquarium to the crib. Turn. On. Aquarium. Back to bed for me.

10:55PM: Trevor kicks the button to turn off the aquarium. Cue fussing again.

10:56PM: Aquarium back on. Move Trevor so he can't reach aquarium. Mommy back to bed.

I hope this boy can figure out how to kick this thing back on before I go back to work on Monday. Maybe we should practice that.