Rockstarism #254 – Sleeping Arrangements


Rockstar: Mum. Last night when I woke up to go and pee I felt something.

Kings and I usually take one child each at night, but with the former away a lot, I've been resorting to sleeping in one child's room while duping the other. (This is more a "privileges" thing, to stave off Who Gets Mummy At Night syndrome when Kings isn't in town). Technically I could use a baby monitor, but since I'm not someone who ever sleeps easy I prefer to swing any night feeds from the bottom of my own sleeping place instead of having to move all the way from room to room. So every night I remind Rockstar that if he doesn't see me around I must be next door feeding the baby. It's worked many a night, but I live in apprehension of the day he discovers the pile of books and pillows under the covers and suspects I actually don't sleep there ever. Me: <trying to sound nonchalant> Oh, what was it?

Rockstar: Something in the night. I stretched my leg out and could feel... something.

Me: (thinking Here It Comes and getting all my stories ready, "I put the books there in case you roll off the bed while I'm checking on baby, darling..") What was it? Rockstar: It was........ A piece of cotton! Little Miss must be chewing the cotton (for her diaper changes) again!  Wow. Almost outed myself there. Rockstar: See, I put it here by my (half-built Sith ship) so I could show you in the morning!  Promptly produces a 1cm-sized bit of cotton. No that's not a typo.
Little Miss'  Something In My Mouth That Shouldn't Be There Face. Unfortunately in this case it was lunch.

Little Miss' Something In My Mouth That Shouldn't Be There Face. Unfortunately in this case it was lunch.

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I blog about living and raising my son in Hong Kong - where toddlers have entrance interviews, parents keep test score spreadsheets, private school debentures can trade for more than half a million USD. Raising Rockstar's the most important thing I'll ever do. We show our true colors by the choices we make in bringing up our children. My blog is a message to my toddler son, about what the world and his parents are like today - for when he becomes a teenager and knows everything.
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  • Aileen

    Haha don’t think he really felt it la, just said it that way.. Surely he saw it in the dark… Ok that’s not believable either, he doesn’t get a night light.. Anyway The Miss makes a beeline for cotton wool all the time, she loves shredding it in her fingers and yes with her teeth. I HOPE she isn’t swallowing any of it. Probably not, she doesn’t swallow things nearly as easy as she chews things 😛

  • mun

    And I hope the little Miss is not chewing cotton and swallowing bits of it. 🙁

  • mun

    While reading I was waiting in suspense for what it was. 1 cm sized cotton and his leg felt it – good sensory system. Haha, I would just have slept on it.