6.9.11: My new bad habit

I've gotten into the habit of sneaking into Rex's room every night just to watch him sleep. I tell myself I'm just going to sneak in and put him back in his bed--he rarely falls asleep on his bed--and then leave. But I never do. I put him in his bed. Give him a little kiss. And then sit down, but just for a minute. I tell myself not to touch him. It's not fair to him to wake him up or disturb his sleep. But then I notice a naughty little hand combing and petting his hair. I tell the hand to stop, but it has such a hard time. Just one more little pet. Ok, I'll stop, says the hand. Next thing I know the hand is holding Rex's hand. I tell it to stop--don't wake him up. It's not fair to him to wake him up in the middle of the night because you want to hold his hand. The hand eventually complies but then I notice it doing something else mischievous--petting Rex's face, or poking his nose--and know that I must leave before I really do wake Rex up.

There's something about watching Rex sleep that is 1. creepy, but 2. is sweet and calming. Rex reminds me of the good things in the world. He keeps me in perspective. The most important thing is that Rex get what he needs--not wants, needs. He needs sleep, food (he got 3 dinners tonight because he was so hungry), and love. I like sneaking in on him at night and trying to review my day, but I can't. I can't review my day because much of what worries me or stresses me out, just doesn't matter when I look at my little Rex because my term paper or medical bills (looks like we're hitting our deductible again this year--go ahead, hit me with your car, it's free to me now) aren't that important as long as he's well-fed, well-slept, and loved.

And he sure is cute and precious to look at when he's unconscious and not being his normal devious self.