It is his turn (no matter how sleepy I might be)

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.