This would be the same child that at 2:30 am, also woke and yelled, "BOTTLE OF MILK, MOM!"
So here we are. Sitting in a dimly lit room, watching his favourite DVDs while I try and keep my eyes open.
I guess the good thing is that we will actually get a chance to say goodbye to Hubster before he heads off to work. And I won't have to come flying down the stairs to yell at Typhon when he starts yodeling at 7am.
It's really dark outside. I mean really dark. I don't see a single star and not a neighbour seems to be up and about.
I think I'll sit with some coffee and wait for the light. It should come peeping over the church sometime soon, giving me a chance to see Typhon before hearing him, I hope.
Ah, no. There he goes. Sending his love to all you, one "whooooo-wooooo" at a time.