August 31, 2006
Today it is Love Thursday, again.
(If you are not familiar with Love Thursday you can read and find all the links from my post last week here.)
Imagine this scene:
It is 1:00am in the morning and you hear the pitter patter of little feet in the hallway. In less than a minute, which is incidentally less time than it takes to register this and protect your soft squishy parts, a toddler jumps on you in her quest for the middle of the bed.
Because you love
sleep her, you let her climb into bed with her disgusting blanket that has been dragged all over hell’s half acre and probably has actual debris clinging to it. You lovingly put the blanket on the husband’s side of the bed. Reasoning that if he doesn’t wake up, he doesn’t get a choice.
It is now 3:00am. You have been drifting in and out of sleep for the past two hours when you are jolted awake by a 28 pound body landing on top of you. You open your eyes to see your 3 yr old daughter in the dark bedroom, lit only by a night light in the adjoining bathroom. She is taking off all of her pajamas. She rummages through the laundry basket of clean laundry that you have just folded earlier in the day. You see her flinging the clothing about willy nilly, but you don’t say anything because it is 3 o’clock in the morning and you love
sleep her and figure you can refold the clothes.
She finally pulls out her princess nightgown, which judging from the amount of clothing that has been flung about, was on the bottom of the pile. She puts it on and returns to bed. A knee in your stomach as she climbs in. As you get her settled back in under the covers, and before she puts her fingers in her mouth, she says, “I told you I needed this nightgown.” Very well.
And a couple of hours later your one year old screams your name. And even though it feels like you just fell asleep, you get up.
what makes my heart keep beating.
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