this is me

This is me, right now. I don't mean to complain but come on, a girl needs sleep.
Last night I was resting peacefully, when I feel a foot in my side, right on my bladder. It's Randy's son. (my son would never do that to me).
So he climbs over me and he scoots, and he scoots and he scoots. Until he is on the SAME pillow as me. omg.
So as soon as I hear him sleeping, I roll over, ever so quietly as to not disturb the King of England.
I go to his bed. Bliss. I'm just drifting back into the land of nod when I feel a foot in my side.
"NO, it can't be". It is. It's Boston again. He followed me. Darn, that Montessori is paying off, he's smarter than I had anticipated.
So once again, I wait and I wait, and go BACK to my bed. It's no use. He follows me for a THIRD time.
Randy tried to take him back to bed and he ended up coming in later. To make a long story short, I felt like I was taking care of a newborn last night. I need sleep. I have projects due. I can't create on diet coke alone.
I'm nervous about tonight. Wish me luck for a restful night minus a little 4 year old that can muster "why" questions at 2am and in the dark.