So last night was one of those nights when I put Summer to bed at 7:30 pm and for some unexplainable reason she couldn’t fall asleep until 10:45 pm (I am praying this doesn’t mean it’s time for her to give up her nap).
And then Summer apparently passed the baton to Dylan who suddenly woke up at 11 pm because she was cold.
So I checked her temperature and bundled her up in bed.
And then Dylan woke up again because she had to pee.
So she peed and I tucked her back in.
And then she woke up yet again because of a squirrel nightmare. Apparently, this was one scary squirrel and the only place of safe refuge was my bed.
I finally got her back into her own bed by 12:45 am. Finally, mama can rest.
And then at 5:55 am, I hear Dylan and Summer chatting away in their room. So I lay down the law.
“Girls. It’s too early. It’s still night time. You’ve both been up all night. You’re going to be exhausted. Get back in bed. Don’t talk. Close your eyes. And go back to sleep. I don’t want to hear anything more until 7 am. Nothing. Not a word. I love you very much. Good night.”
I crawl back into bed and close my eyes.
And then at 6:25 I hear it. Two little girls padding down the hall towards our room.
“Yes, Summer?” I sigh.
“What is the name of my ballet teacher?”
“Laura. Miss Laura.”
“That’s right.” And satisfied, they both headed back to their room.
I’m so glad they only bothered me for something really important.
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