No Whining

It's 3:30... in the morning and I am wide awake.
The evening started innocently enough...
After the Golden Globes and a fantastic dinner (if I do say so myself), we all headed upstairs fairly early - as in shortly after 9.

Maybe I should have known, when all three kids headed in their rooms and into bed. Was it too good to be true? After a quick (fast forward through the commercials) watch of the latest House Hunters episode, the Great Tossing & Turning Episode of 2011 started to take place.  It was bad.

I mean, I wanted to go to sleep; I was tired. I don't think my mind was overly busy with thoughts; I didn't have to work today.

Well, we have Nic & Milo (the dog) to thank for ending the Great Episode.

At approximately 3:18 this morning, Nic & George (stuffed monkey) made their way into our room. Not an unusual occurrence so, I tapped the empty space between the husband and I and said "jump aboard, matey."

Nic threw George (the stuffed monkey) on to the bed, giggled and then proceeded to tell me that Milo (the dog) was in Alex's room. I rubbed my eyes to make sure I was hearing him right (hey, it made sense at the time!). Say it again, Nic?!  Again, he said that Milo (the dog) was in Alex's room.

Sure enough, there he was. Almost frozen, when I find him. He was a skurddy cat. Milo (the dog) knows when he's done something wrong.

Insert back story: Mile (the dog) has always slept with Alex. Under his bed. Until we moved here. We were firm, no dogs sleeping under the bed (helps with allergies). No dogs upstairs. We didn't know Milo (the dog) could even climb the stairs, until we found him coming down them one day when we were walking in the door from an outing. But we made it clear.

It's funny... as I was trying to drift off to sleep, somewhere around 10 pm, I thought to myself, self... it's a little quiet down there. No whining. I wonder if someone forgot to let Milo (the dog) in.

Nope. He just snuck upstairs.

Of course, this caused ruckus and mayhem. As I mentioned, Milo (the dog) just froze. He wouldn't go back down stairs. Nic grabbed his collar and tried to pull him. Milo (the dog) became dead weight. The husband appeared, Milo (the dog) froze even more (if possible). Finally, I had to wake up Alex who was able to coax the mucho in trouble dog downstairs.

I tried to go back to bed. I mean, who wouldn't be tempted with a warm husband, a cute 4 year old and that soft and cuddly George (the monkey). But as Part II of the Great Tossing & Turning Episode of 2011 was starting to ensue, I decided I needed to come down and tell you all about my night/morning so far.

Aren't you glad I did?

Btw, I just spent the last 30 minutes searching through my archives - looking for a picture of Milo (the dog)... I know I have one somewhere (bad mommy). Here's a picture of Chloe (the other dog, before Ellis the dog) and Nic...  Don't be picky, it works. Kinda sorta.