Now my little man, is my super star sleeper. Of my four kids he rocks the nighttime kasbah like this is the last night for Mr. Sandman, so make it a good one. But the girls....oh, the giggly, talkative, Chatty Cathys just can't help themselves.
Every night it is a new antic.
...climbing the bunk bed latter because their beds, pardon me boats, are sinking...
...the rapid fire one hundred miniature stuffed animal volley...
...the contagious giggling virus that seems to infect them as soon as the lights turn off...
...the thirst epidemic that grips the girls bedroom each night at about 8pm...
..."Didn't you pee all day? Why are you out here...again? Potty...wow that's original"...
..."Mom, my rooms to hot/cold/quiet/loud/dark"...it supposed to be that way...because I said so...
..."I'm scared, Mommy."..."Of, what?"..."The breathing!"..."That is just your sister. That is the sound of sleep. Now you try it."
..."Mom, my eye, I mean my foot hurts."
..."I have a hangnail and will need a clipper and a bandaid..stat"
and my personal favorite...
..."Mom, I am not tired. Maybe if I had a cookie I think I might feel more sleepy."
Oy.
It is just after 10 pm and my littlest girl has finally joined her comrades in the fight against all that is snoozy and is finally asleep. Her last words to me were, "Mom, you tucked me in wrong."
So I reshuffle a perfectly fine blanket layer a smidgen to the right and boom...she is out like a light...seriously. I watched it with my own two eyes. But, not before her sweet angel face with hands snugly tucked under her cherub cheeks says, "Thank you, mommy.", expertly shooting an arrow straight to my heart.
And that is why I can't trade bedtime for anything else.
The giggling virus hits me every time my family is on a vacation and we are all sleeping in the same hotel room. I get my sister Brooke laughing and my dad and mom are ready to throw pillows at us for being so loud. I love memories like those.
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