"I'm Awake!" Has Two Meanings in This House

I married a great guy. He's a wonderful husband. He's a hilarious and awesome dad to our kidlets. And he's darn good lookin'.

But trying to wake the man up in the middle of the night is like trying to lick your own elbow.

A few nights ago, Sayer(18months), woke up around midnight screaming at the top of his little lungs.  Accordingly, I woke up gasping. One glance over to Shaun confirmed my guess:  He was still sound asleep. After a second of trying not to keel over from the epic heartburn, I decided to tap Shaun to see if he'd go get the little man back to sleep.

*tap, tap*

Nothing.

Slightly harder, *TAP, TAP*  "Shaun!" I hissed.

"What?!  What!?  He leaned up on his elbows and stared at me in the dark.  One of those really creepy unblinking stares.

"Shaun, can you go see what's up with Sayer?"

He kept staring.

"Shaun, go check on Sayer!"

He squinted at me and then said, "Why?"

I paused to listen to Sayer for a second.  He was still yelling.

"Um, do you not HEAR him!?"

Shaun grunted and hoisted himself out of bed.  I heard shuffling around but Sayer kept hollering.  At this point, he'd shifted to, "NO! NO!" because the kid has gained opinions and apparently?  Shaun wasn't doing what Sayer was demanding.

Then, quiet.  Shaun came back in and fell into bed.  Sweet!  Mission accomplished.

Until 1 am.  Then, little man turned the pipes on again.  Still feeling gross and having just gotten back to sleep, I poked Shaun again.

"What?"

"Go deal with Sayer."

Silence.

"Shaun." *Poke, poke* "Shaun!"

He sat halfway up, gasped in shock, and said, "WHAT?!"

"Go deal with Sayer!"

"Ok."  And then, he put his head back on the pillow and picked up his cell phone and began scrolling through his facebook stream.

"SHAUN!" I snapped.

"Why are you YELLING at me?!" He sat up and looked totally confused.  I pointed at the monitor and he finally got out of bed and tended to sleep-opposed Sayer.

He's not being a punk.  And he's genuinely helpful.  But how that man sleeps through the siren like wail of his kid, I'll never know.  It's a darn good thing they keep me around.

Best part?  When asked in the morning, he has a vague recollection of Sayer waking a couple of times, but that's about it.  I'm thinking about pawning off all night wakings on him.  After all, if he doesn't remember, he doesn't know how tired he's supposed to be.  Right?