Mom Guilt: The Sleeping Baby

E3 smiles in his jumper while Big Brother rides a purple unicorn. 

Last night my family and I hung out with our back yard neighbors extended family. Like literally, hung out; see the picture.  E3 was intentionally put to bed and E2 cashed out on the couch watching Pocahontas.
  Side note: Every single time I see or hear something about the movie Pocahontas  I immediately picture the basement of Running with Racheal's parent's house and her singing one of the songs and me wanting to choke her because I couldn't stand it them. We were nine. I love it now. Sorry 'bout that, ShayShay. 

We had the kids home and in their own beds at a respectable time, for once.  That meant, ooh la la...uh, no, not that. It was shower time! For me! By myself! No one screaming at the shower door! No one needing me to open a cheese stick! No one crapping their pants and it spilling on to the carpet while I try to shave my vagina.  I lolligaged and got fully showered (Well, I didn't wash my hair, but come on, it was Friday. That only happens during the week, maybe.) and dressed in comfy PJs.  I checked on both boys and my head hit the pillow before 10:45pm.

Flash forward: 6:35am.

Six
Thirty
Five

AM

EIGHT HOURS LATER.

Eight full hours after I fell asleep I woke up to E2 climbing into bed. I immediately reached over and grabbed the monitor. When the screen lit up I saw the sweet sleeping E3.

Wow!

But then it occurred to me: The sound is off. The sound on the monitor is off. That means he didn't really sleep all night... he probably woke up and I didn't hear him through the closed doors. Oh My Gawd. I'm a terrible mother.  When Husband Dearest woke up I told him about my dilemma. His response? "Oh he slept all night, you're a great mom."

NOT.

He told me that he heard little baby E3 crying in the night, but he fell back asleep before he woke me up. So, two things: Why didn't he get up, is the most obvious, but secondly, my poor sweet innocent angel probably felt sad and scared and hungry and abandoned.

So, obviously, I am now wrought with mom guilt.

I think I will need him to sleep attached to me via boob all night to fix that.  Or, maybe leave the monitor turned off more often.