Tonawanda News — 7:38 p.m. — He yanks the cover off of me, saying he is chilly, and wraps himself in it. He certainly is his mother’s son.
7:45 p.m. — He’s finally asleep. I head downstairs to begin cooking dinner and enjoy the next delightful episode of “Homeland” (if you don’t get Showtime, then you should).
8:27 p.m. — Just as Mandy Patinkin is about to lay the smack down on Syrian smugglers, Penny calls for help. Seems she had a bad dream. I tuck her back in and sit next to her a minute while she falls back asleep.
8:34 p.m. — I make my way back downstairs. But wait, Rigby’s not next to his bed. I check my bed. There he is, laying horizontally across all the pillows. Well, he gets credit for determination.
9:40 p.m. — He wakes up and calls for Mommy.
9:52 p.m. — He wakes up and calls for me.
9:58 p.m. — He wakes up and ... well, Mommy is throwing in the towel and staying up there with him for the night. I tend to a few errands before bed.
10:45 p.m. — I see Mommy’s act wasn’t entirely altruistic. She was thinking ahead to how scarce bed space would be with an adult and toddler boy in it.
10:52 p.m. — I finish wedging myself into the half-foot or so of space available along the wall. My back is pressed flat against the wall. Rigby stole my pillows. And the wall is really chilly.
1:12 a.m. — Rigby has to pee. I try to get up, but Penny decided to join us in the bed, and she’s dead asleep on my right ankle — which is also now dead asleep, thanks to her laying across it.
1:18 a.m. — Back to bed. Penny’s usurped the small ration of blanket Mommy didn’t hoard. That’s why I began bringing a second comforter into bed during the colder months years ago.