Was it the wine or my old age?

Last night was a good night with the kids. Andrew had a great day at school so I bought him his favorite: hamburgers and french fries from Wendys.  We skyped with dad, and said our good nights. I thought, "bedtime will be a breeze and I can watch Glee season 1 in bed" hmmm, so I thought.

I was getting all comfortable in bed when I hear, "mommy my stomach hurts." Then, "mommy i'm too hot." Then I hear little foot steps heading towards my room.  Andrew and I had a 20 minute conversation on me trying to persuade him to get back in bed. Finally I got up and marched him back to his room. I took a blanket off his bed, and his sheet as he said he didn't want it. ok. whatever.

I went back to bed and then I hear, "mommy I don't like my bed" "mommy I dont' like my room." I'm not sure if it was the glass of wine I drank or old age but I yelled from my bed, "go sleep on the sofa then."  Normally, I would go into his room and battle it out with him, but I sat this battle out.

So, he went to the sofa, I put a blanket on him and he feel asleep.  This morning I woke up and he was sleeping on the couch and now i'm praying this is not going to turn into a habit.  I will make sure his bed is very comfortable tonight.