I'm crawling like a noodle

I don't know what kind of acid Gabe has been sneaking into his jellybeans, but he took off his clothes, wanted to be wrapped up in the green blanket, crawled around the floor, and took great offense when I said he was crawling like a snake..."NOOO, CRAWLING LIKE A NOODLE". I guess when you're two, you know what noodles look like when they crawl around.

It was with this attitude that we approached bedtime and I was NOT looking forward to solo duty tonight. I'm exhausted. This week has worn me out and I just didn't have it in me to tag team getting both kids down by myself. I feel wimpy, but I really wasn't looking forward to it. So as I'm reading-rocky-ing to gabe we can hear makena in her bed moaning and not settling down. I was trying to gird myself up for the never ending bedtime. Knowing I needed to check on Mak I put Gabe in his bed and told him to get comfy (something I've been telling him these past few nights as he's adjusted to his big boy bed) and that I'd be back. Shockingly, he actually didn't mind and settled into his blanket. And I almost blew it when I loudly went back into his room, fully expecting him to be at least sitting up and likely out of bed and he actually was still lying down, very relaxed, and didn't even notice me. Put himself to sleep in his big boy bed! And now my exhaustion from not feeling like I had an ounce left to share is mixed with saddness that he could just put himself to sleep without me there...total mix of emotions...what a nutjob.