Friday, November 7, 2014

i think i'm my son's worst nightmare.

My place is pretty small.

For now, we call our little one bedroom apartment home. Meaning, we all share a room. It's not so bad. Sure, it can get a little cramped, but with just the 3 of us, I think it still qualifies as cozy.

So at night, Makai tends to crawl into our bed while we're sleeping. Honestly, I don't really mind. I love having the extra little cuddle buddy :] But as he gets older, I've noticed that his dreams have gotten a little crazy, and not in my most favorite way. He's been talking, yelling, and kicking a lot in his sleep lately (which Mark does not enjoy) and they always sound like the worst dreams.

Here's a few things Makai has said in his sleep and why I think Mark and I might literally be his worst nightmare:

-"No! I Said NO! I don't wanna watch it. I don't wanna watch that. Turn it off."

-"Stop it, dad! Stop it! I said NO"

-"Don't cook that!! I just wanna eat it, mom"

-"MOM! STOP IT! I don't like that. I don't like that..."

-"I don't want to go home. Don't wanna go home."

-"Mom, don't! Don't do it. Don't do it..."

There's definitely a lot of anger there, right?! I'm not just reading into that? Oi vei.

I was talking to a friend about it and they actually thought it was kind of sweet how simple these "nightmares" really are. The extent of his frustration and terrible dreams are apparently my cooking something that he didn't want to be cooked. And I guess that's true. There's no crazy fear, it seems like. He isn't waking up screaming and crying about monsters or villains. He's just being really mean to us... in his dreams! So yes, I think we're his worst nightmare, but comparatively, his worst nightmares might not be so bad. I just can't decide if I find comfort in knowing his worst nightmares usually involve me.

What's kind of weird is that when he wakes up at night, he still looks for us to cuddle. When he wakes up in the morning, he seems perfectly happy. So I don't think he actually hates us... he just hates us in his dreams.

Oh, man. I hope he doesn't resent me already. It's too early for that. I'm supposed to at least get 10 more years before real resentment, right?

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