Last night was a Nate night. He’s got a low tolerance for cabin fever. Generally the first one to start acting loopy. He dances around. He can’t seem to focus. The potty talk’s up. The listening is down. His mood swings are steeper than a bad Coronavirus curve.
Too soon?
So last night he’s hiding in the dark and jumps out at his brother, causing Jacob to stumble backwards and hurt his foot. Some terse words and Nate escapes to his favorite hideout of shame– his closet. I read books and as I’m tucking Jake in, I’m pretty sure Nate has snuck under his bed in the dark.
We check. Jake reports that he’s fast asleep with his Man City blanket. He tucks his pillow under his head and it’s lights out.
This morning I heard him wake-up with a bit of a bonk.
We’re all going a little bonkers. Especially Natesy.