Then I hear it. The sound of carpet fibers being bent and crushed under little feet. I hope it is the dog. But, I know deep down, that it is one of the children. What do they want. My brain stops processing the former day's information. A file or two - particularly the one containing the memory of where I put my car keys, is dropped on my brain floor. My body stops making repairs, the emerging grey hair, wrinkle, or skin sag will be allowed to continue on it's way to making me look a year or two older than necessary.
|Your brain *wants* to do this for you! Yay Brain!|
|Instead you will get this.....|
I feel tapping. I initially try to ignore it. Maybe if I pretend it is not there, it will go away
like your bills. What child is it? Is it the littlest one, the typical one who is so sweet to snuggle with still? She doesn't take up too much space, and the smell of her hair is about as precious as it can be. That would be okay. The tapping gets more insistent. I hear the voice of my six year old daughter. "Mommy, I am scared, can I sleep with you."
I say, "Go get your pillow and blanket and you can lay on the floor." Don't judge me, this child snores like a freight train and coughs every 5 seconds due to her allergies. She is not snuggly. She is all arms and legs and muscle. She says, "I don't want to sleep on the floor. I want to sleep with you." I tell her to go around and ask her father. I am hoping that he tells her the same thing. Nope. He hauls her up into the bed and puts her smack dab in the middle. I am thinking I could have done that, I just did not want to. So now, I get to look like the mean parent. I am laying there trying to get comfortable with a six year old's knee in my right side, while her coughing threatens to drive me to full insanity, when I hear more feet.
It is the snuggly one. She trips over something in the floor and starts to fuss, I tell her to come to me and haul her up in the bed. She is sleeping on my left side. I am a mommy sandwich. I find myself thinking that it could be a long night and briefly consider the sofa, or one of the now empty kid's bed. I wonder how exactly am I going to extract myself from the bed in the morning without waking one of them up.
I sorta sleep. When I wake up in the morning, I flip the 3 year old, who has drooled in my hair, over my body and put her next to her sister. In the process, I wake the three year up. Why is it she can stay asleep in the car, at 5 pm, when I don't want her to sleep and we are trying everything to wake her up, but is the lightest sleeper in the world at 7 am? I wake up a little cranky and she is now asking me to carry her to the livingroom. I make her walk. I know I am a mean mommy. But, I have not even had my first cup of coffee yet.
|When I wake up, I am SO going to drink this coffee!|
I will leave you with this. I have always loved it :) Enjoy!