Here are my activities since going to bed last night:
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12:14 AM: I bolt from bed and rush in when my 4-year-old has a coughing fit. She stares at me briefly and uncomprehendingly, then goes back to sleep.
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3:00 AM: I wake suddenly while standing aimlessly beside my bed, then realize - my 6-year-old’s light is on. I tell her what time it is. I get her a drink of water. We both agree she needs a clock.
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3:40 AM: My eyes pop open as the dog, who’s slipped the surly bonds of downstairs once again, collapses heavily on the fragrant heap of yesterday’s clothes beside me on the floor.
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4:17 AM: I get up and take ibuprofen for the shower rod someone has inserted between my shoulder blades.
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6:08 AM: I rise from 20,000 leagues under sleep to the urgent stage whisper of my 6-year-old: “Mommy! Here’s something horses like to drink: oat water! Put oats in a glass with some water, stir it, then take the oats out.” My husband, awake at last beside me, comes to the rescue: “That sounds good,” he tells her.
Till tonight, dearest bed…
Ugh, so much sympathy. I have had many many similar nights. The other night my son saw octopuses in his room. Yes, octopuses.
Having lots of internet issues here, so your blog doesn’t look right and I can’t post on mine.
Octopuses! The idea of octopuses in one’s room would never occur to me… but now that it does, it’s truly awful. Poor kid.
Sorry about the internet issues!
I’m sorry to hear of your broken night. Those are rough. I hope it’s smoother tonight.
By the way, I love Starry Night by van Gogh.
Thanks, and thanks for stopping by. The oat water certainly woke me with a smile. Sometimes it feels like I’m living in a Seinfeld episode.