I slept in this morning. Really, really slept in - till 10:00 am.
I haven't done that in years.
Lest you think it was because I spent a long night of partying and debauchery - let me set the record straight. That wasn't the case.
It was a long night all right. But one spent at home, snuggled up in my jammies, suffering from a nasty cold and fighting valiantly to stay awake.
Man-Child was out with his buddies last night, which was all well and good. It is his turn to be out with friends having a grand time while his ancient (in his mind) parents stay home.
The problem is I had just yesterday had the "conversation" with Man-Child about never getting into a car with someone who has been drinking - or worse. That he is to call me to come and get him - no questions asked (well, at least until morning). So with this conversation fresh in my mind - I knew that I had to stay awake - just in case. Because I knew that should I fall asleep and the phone were to ring I'd never hear it as I sleep like the dead - especially if I were to take cold medicine as was my plan. Besides, as Man-Child is slowly venturing into life beyond our walls, I want him to know that someone will be waiting up for him when he gets home; something I didn't have.
At one point during my vigil Hubby told me to go to bed and that he would wait up. If only. Not two minutes after uttering these words, I look over and he is fast asleep on the couch. I knew I couldn't trust that man.
So with very heavy eyelids, I cruised around the internet for a bit and watched some television - which pretty much confirms to me that there isn't much worth watching - and waited and waited - wondering if 8:30 pm was much too early to expect him to come home on a Saturday night (according to both Hubby and Man-Child it is!) (I kid - but just barely).
Finally, around midnight, the boy came home - happy to have been released, for a few hours, of hanging out with the parents on a Saturday night - and more importantly, safe.
And with that, this vigilant mom took two Ny-Quils and headed off to bed - where she slept the sleep of the truly doped up.
And this morning? After talking to Man-Child and hearing how much fun he had - I suppose I can say that it was worth it. It is his turn after all.