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Post by Taylor Jordan on Feb 24, 2008 11:16:43 GMT
Taylor was laying in bed, a half empty bottle of beer in his hand and his eyes fixated on the blurry screen in front of him. It was 'The Tonight Show' with Jay Leno. Leno. Wow. This was his life. Watching Leno and catching a buzz, it was barely after midnight. He sighed and set his corona down on the nightstand, finding it liberating that he didn't have to use a coaster. No one was there to tell him to use one. He rubbed at his forehead and pushed his hair out of his eyes, sliding down further in the bed. The kids had been sleeping since eight, which was later than their usual bedtime. He typically tried to have them tucked in by 7:30 but Ezra was being a pain in the ass, as usual and now he was passed out next to his father under the deep cerulean comforter. At least he was sleeping. At least it was quiet.
Taylor rolled onto his side, listening as the stupid guitar player laughed at some lame monologue joke. Ha. Ha.Ha. He rarely found humor in late night TV, he much more preferred actual sitcoms. He wished he would have opted for the Tivo for Christmas instead of the electric mixer. He closed his eyes and tucked his hands under his face, his usual hallmark position before falling asleep. Taylor often mimicked people, even if they were on television. If he thought something was 'cool' he'd do it, as pathetic as it seemed. He took a few deep breaths and pulled the blankets over his legs. It was slightly cold in the apartment. He usually kept it warm but Penelope has been complaining of being hot all d**n day. She wouldn't leave her clothes on and he didn't need a naked three year old running around.
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Post by Taylor Jordan on Feb 24, 2008 12:19:00 GMT
Taylor had just began to drift when he felt something warm and wet seep against the back of his gray sweat pants. He opened his eyes immediately and laid there for a moment, just taking it all in. Jesus. His son was five years old and still wetting the bed. He took a deep breath and told himself to remain calm. Natalie used to always have to deal with this, not him. He sighed and pushed the blankets back before standing up and turning to face the bed. He reached out and scooped Ezra up, pulling him closer. "Ezra, you gotta wake up." he said, holding the boy on his hip and groaning at the giant wet spot all over his new sheets.
Ezra started crying immediately. His pajamas were wet and starting to get cold already. He didn't always wet the bed, but as of recently it was becoming a bigger problem. He was embarrassed. He buried his face against Taylor's shoulder and shook his head. "I didn't mean to.."
"I know you didn't." Taylor sighed and rubbed Ezra's back lightly. It was definitely a struggle having to suddenly take care of three kids on his own, but it was his responsibility and he had been the one who filed for divorce. He licked his lips and walked across the room, going into the bathroom and turning the light on. "Stop crying, it's fine." he muttered, as he set Ezra down next to the toilet. "I told you to pee before you went to bed." There was a rule that Ezra wasn't allowed to have anything to drink past 7:00 so that this wouldn't happen but that night he hadn't went to bed until earlier and the entire schedule was messed up.
Ezra clasped his hands over his face and shook his head, starting to whimper. He was being scolded and he was already humiliated and ashamed.
"Don't be so dramatic." Taylor nudged him with his foot and leaned down, hooking his hands with the back of Ezra's spider man pajamas."Let's just get changed, clean up and then go back to bed. I want you to wear one of your goodnites." They made the protective sleepwear in boxers now, and Taylor thought that the 'cooler' style would appeal to his son but it hadn't.
"No!" Ezra shrieked, taking his hands away and narrowing his eyes, still crying. "I'm NOT a baby!" He didn't want to wear the stupid diaper pants! River wore diapers and Penny wore pull-ups to sleep in, he didn't need them.
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Post by Taylor Jordan on Feb 24, 2008 12:31:55 GMT
Taylor took a step back and rubbed at his eyes. There was something new to deal with every night. Some new disaster, not that an accident was a disaster exactly but sometimes it could feel like it. "Take your pants off." he said, as he pulled his own shirt off and tossed it towards the hamper.
"I'm not wearin' 'em." Ezra said quickly, sniffing and trying to stop crying. "I won't pee the bed again, promise. Don't make me wear 'em." He reached his hands down and shoved his pants and briefs down to his ankles, holding his hand to the counter to kick them the rest of the way off.
"Alright already." Taylor mumbled, annoyed and over the situation already. He pushed his sweat pants down and picked them up from the floor, along with Ezra's pajamas and underwear and set them down into the hamper. "Go to your bedroom and get some underwear on." He turned and walked back into the bedroom, turning the light on and starting to pull the comforter off of the bed. He tossed it onto the floor and looked over as Ezra walked out into the hallway. "Quietly!" he added. He didn't want the other kids to wake up. He set the comforter down on the floor and then ripped the sheets off roughly, knocking the pillows to the floor in the process. The mattress was wet. He knew it would be. Terrific. Taylor left the crumpled bedding on the floor and went through the hall to the linen closet, grabbing three towels, new sheets and a quilt that his grandmother had made.
"I got these ones." Ezra called, walking into the hallway naked and holding up a pair of little white briefs with bananas on them.
"Good." Taylor said flatly. As if he cared? He nodded and pointed towards the bedroom. "Put 'em on and wait for me to make the bed." Taylor walked into the room after Ezra and started making the bed, setting the towels down over the wet spot and smoothing his hand over them, trying to seep up some of the urine.
"Are you mad at me?" Ezra looked up at him as he started pulling his briefs on. Taylor was really hot and cold with him. One minute he'd kiss him and the next he'd yell at him. It was confusing and a little demoralizing. He just wanted to be held in a good light.
"Nope." Taylor answered quickly, even though he was. He was mad at him. He shouldn't have been though and he realized that. He wasn't going to be brutal to a little boy, despite his desire to attack him for ruining his mattress. "Go pick me out a pair of underwear." He nodded towards the dresser as he pulled the fitted sheet onto the bed, walking around to get all four corners covered. He sighed heavily and grabbed the top sheet, shaking it out and draping it over the bed.
Ezra walked to the dresser and pulled the top drawer open, shoving Taylor's boxers and boxer-briefs aside. He wanted him to wear the same kind of underwear as him. He had a yellow pair and they would kind of be matching. "You want these?" he asked, holding the briefs up and shaking them.
"Those are fine." Taylor hadn't even looked. He tossed the quilt onto the bed and then started throwing the pillows back in place.
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