super snoozer

teetwo slept from 9:30 p.m. to 4:30 a..m. last night. seven full, uninterupted hours. i can honestly say this is the first time i've ever had prayers answered.
all day i've been trying to remember exactly what we did yesterday (did he get a hold of my vicodin?) and recreate those steps minute-by-minute. i'm non-detailed person who can't remember anything, so this has been challenging.
the only thing i know is that i fed him on time, so i'm back to being uber nazi uptight about keeping him on an eating schedule. i don't care if that means i have to feed him in a public bathroom in venice beach next to a gaggle of bums. homeboy isn't straying from the routine.
i told him this morning that he's opened a pretty knarly can of worms. in behaving beautifully, he's issued an enormous challenge that i'll no doubt have to rise to. now that i know he's capable of such a thing, i have to keep trying to make him do it over and over again. he needs only to have a brief convo with tayloe or wolly to understand how tedious his life is going to be from now on.
had he consulted his father, he would have learned never ever to do anything right for fear that you'll have to do it again. once tayloe put the bathmat back on the tub & closed the curtain after showering. i haven't let him forget it one single day of our married life.
our boy will be 45 and i'll say to him, "once, when you were three weeks old, you loved me so much you slept seven straight hours."
in the meantime everynight will be a cliffhanger for me. i'll drift off wondering if a scream will stir me in an hour, two, three ... seven? bedtime's a bitch.