The parents had gone out for the night. Their friend, Alan Black, was having his book release party at the Edinburgh Castle, I volunteered to baby sit so they could attend.
The kids and I had a great time. We played with puppies at PetCo, had soy milk in the bookstore coffee shop, bought t-shirts at Target, and then went on a BART ride. The regular stuff.
When we got home, I set up their sleeping bags on the living room floor and, once ready for bed, we watched two Clifford cartoons before turning off the lights. I'm fixed up on the couch- everything seemed to be going fine until around 3am.
Vincent is one of those thrashing-around-a-lot sort of sleepers. When I woke up, he was sitting up trying to untangle his sleeping blag so he could crawl back in. Okay, that's fine. Once re-tucked, he only woke me up once or twice more when having bad, or at least intense, dreams.
Zoe, on the other hand, is the reason I slept most of the next day. She fell asleep, glow stick in hand, about 10 minutes after the last story of the night. I've just fallen back asleep after Vincent, when I sense something and open my eyes to a pretty little face just inches from my own.
"Rocky? What are you doing, Rocky?"
Well, I was sleeping, kiddo. Thinking about it now, I may have been snoring and I can understand the kid being awakened and curious why I'm sounding like a broken train.
"I wanna sleep up there with you." I tell her to lie back down, reach over, rub her back and in a few minutes she's out. That's when I hear the banging.
Turns out the neighbors were playing guitar and singing in the middle of the night. Luke, assuming the role as his own father, bangs on the wall twice to no effect. Then he tromps over to the neighbor's and establishes quiet. Much to Luke's credit, he remembers the many a 3am guitar session of his own and appreciates the irony.
An hour later, Zoe wakes me up to again tell me she wants to come up on the couch. Fine. I pull the extra cover, and let her curl up on the couch. If I weren't tired, this would be sweet. An hour later she's got the couch to herself and I've moved down to the floor.
Zoe. I love you, but you kick in your sleep.
6:30am, sun just up, I get my nose beeped by the cute little angel up on the couch. Okay. I surrender. She wakes up her brother, we all get dressed and head to the store for bacon. I make breakfast. They watch Clifford.
By 9am, I'm home in my own bed where I finally get some sleep.