It was a rough night last night with Joe. He’s usually a good sleeper, but for some reason he just kept waking up every 15 minutes, between the hours of 1am to 3am. The caregivers sleep upstairs and we keep a baby monitor in his room so that we can hear him if he gets up during the night. So at 1 in the morning, this is what I hear:
Joe: (shuffle, shuffle, shuffle)
Dot: “Where are you going, George?”
Joe: “I’ve gotta find my horse. He ran off!”
Dot: “You were just dreaming. Go back to bed…”
Joe: “You want me to just let my horse run away?”
Dot: “There’s no horse, George.”
Joe sees me walking down the stairs: “Here comes that lady. Maybe SHE will help me find my HORSE!”
Me: “Hi Joe. It’s the middle of the night. Let me help you back to bed…”
Joe: “I can’t go back to bed without my horse!”
Me: “I think I saw your horse go into your bed…”
Joe: “The horse is in my BED? How the hell did I not notice that?”
Me: “Yep. Here he is, let me show you…” I lead Joe back to his bedroom. “See?”
Joe: (giggles) “Well by-golly, you were right!”
Me: “Here, let me help you get out of your wet clothes before you get back into bed…”
Joe: (noticing how wet he was) “Well, how the HELL did I get so wet??” Joe looked at the bed and said, “Did that damned horse climb into my bed after he was running around outside in the rain again?”
Me: “It sure looks like he did…”
Joe: “Oh well. It’ll dry.”
I changed his pajamas and sheets, tucked him in and went back upstairs.
15 minutes later…
Joe: “Well old boy, you ready to go for a ride? Just wipe your feet off before you get back into bed this time…”
(shuffle, shuffle, shuffle)
I was helping Lois get ready for bed last night and she suddenly let out the hugest sigh.
Joe and Dot 