That Was A Short Night!

I'm up at 7:30 this morning while my grandson is asleep on my bed. He had me and his grandpa up for a couple hours last night as he decided he wanted to cry for that long. His mom has to be up at 5:30 for work so grandma and grandpa "volunteered" to try to get him to go back to sleep. but he didn't want to eat, he didn't need changed, he didn't seem to be hurting, he just seemed to want to cry, loudly, pitifully, and for a very long time. He did finally calm down when grandpa turned on the water in the sink. That is a lot of fun, putting your hands under the running water and then making the water spray everywhere! I finally heard him laughing a little bit, until the water got turned off because grandpa's arms were getting tired. More crying until grandpa was able to get him involved with playing with some of his cars. Things are kind of blurry from there. I remember him climbing into our bed and more crying, mom coming in thinking maybe he wanted her which did not turn out to help, finally, sometime later which I don't have a clue as to how long anything took, he finally fell asleep cuddled up to grandpa. There was some point where it was decided that maybe something was hurting or sore or something so we gave him some Tylenol, hoping that would help him get to sleep. I think that is what finally took over in the end.

So, I'm tired, grandson is asleep, and I have a day ahead of me with a pre-teen foster child, my own 15 year old attitude son, and a cranky, tired grandson. Wish me luck, or if you are so inclined, pray for me. I could use all the help I can get today!