The past two nights, the boys have been involved in a conspiracy to not let their Mama sleep.
Sunday night, Monkey in the Middle came downstairs to our room around 4 am, terrified by the sound of the gently falling rain.
I never got back to sleep.
Last night, I awoke to the sound of Baby Monkey screaming my name at 2:00 am.
“Mama! Mama!”
Certain that he was in the midst of a horrifying nightmare, I raced upstairs.
His covers had fallen down.
Not fallen off the bed.
Just fallen down so that he wasn’t covered anymore.
And, God forbid he pull them up himself.
That was the end of that for sleep for me.
At first, I try to fall back asleep.
Then, I give up the fight and turn on the television.
So, I’ve got my game face on and am ready to face another day.
And if anyone wakes me up tonight.
God help them.
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