Today was a really good day.
Which is amazing considering the amount of sleep deprivation I am living with.
The night before last, Connor stayed the night with a friend. Typical of those nights that he is away from home, I slept with both cell phones in the bedroom.
Just in case.
I couldn’t sleep that evening. Perhaps too much caffeine, I don’t know. No problem, nothing to do the next morning anyway…so I started my new blog in the wee hours of the morning (www.mooney365.wordpress.com) and finally tumbled into bed at 3am.
At 4am I was startled, and do not exaggerate how absolutely heart-stopping it was to hear my phone ring at that hour, especially when one of my children was away from home, only to have answered it breathlessly and found that it was….as Mark delicately put it…a “booty-call”
“Hey!” I heard..the voice soft and low-toned.
I was trying to wrap my head around the fact that surely the State Police would not use a scratchy, near-whisper, to call me about some horrible accident my son had been in…
“Excuse me? What?” I asked…heart pounding?
“Hey” he repeated, dragging out the second half of the short word, and then silence.
“Um, this is Mrs. Mooney…Connor’s mom….is everything okay? Who is this?” I nearly yelled.
“Oh, wait” he replied, “Didn’t I meet you tonight at (name of local bar/club)?”
Oh dear Lord. It took every ounce of “ladylike behavior” that my mother pounded into my very character to not go insane on this idiot….did he not know the heart attack he had given me?
Who the heck gets a phone number from a chick at 2am and calls her with a sexy voice at 4am? Is that how it works these days with young people? (listen to me sounding all old and crotchety)
He totally had his “c’mere to my place” voice ‘a going…he thought he was calling up this girl for some after hours fun.
I hung up quickly and then laughed.
She totally gave him the wrong digits. Dude, you were punked. ha.
But then I couldn’t sleep for another few hours.
Thanks skanky dude.
Last night, Corrigan woke me at 2:30am over the monitor. He was cooing and laughing and singing his little heart out. I went in to check on him and tried to shush him back to sleep because his brother had to get up for church in a few hours.
Cor was having none of it. He bounced and laughed some more, obviously awake, so I took him from his bed and brought him out to the pitch-black livingroom in which he spent the next 2 hours flying around like a caffeinated bat… back and forth in near darkness. He was laughing and babbling so loudly that Mark came out to see if he had missed an invite to a party.
It was too cute to get too upset about. Corrigan seemed delighted to play in the dark and I enjoyed recording his conversations with himself, though obviously the video is just black.
Nothing but Cor’s voice giving some imaginary something a stern lecture and a giggling mama behind the camera…tickled that his little voice is still so baby-like even though the rest of him is growing into quite the little boy.
We all got up later than we had planned and Corrigan went on with his day in the same amazingly good mood that he woke with at 2:30 am. Contrary to my fear that he would be a tired little monster all day.
He humored us all through dinner as he chattered and sang,with one dirty little foot slipped from his high-chair and propped up on the table (ewww), shoving yogurt-bites in his mouth and loving being the center of attention. He was just so loving and pleasant and vocal that it took away my stress and worries and made them all seem pretty far away as the day went on.
And there is a lot of stress right now ( more on that later in the week) so it was welcomed.
Thanks Corrigan. For having a really good day.