Friday, July 1, 2011

Lullaby, Caroline style

“Please go to sleep.”

“But. I’m. not. tired.”

“But you are! You woke up at 6 a.m. Since then, all you’ve done is play outside. You rode your bike for two miles, you swam and went off the diving board and jumped in the pool for four hours, then you had a playdate for three hours, and I think all you did there was play different variations of tag. You are tired.”

“I’m not.”

“Really? ‘Cause you’re kind of crying.”

“I’m crying because I’m MAD that I can’t stay up LATE and you treat me like a BABY.”

(Welllll....who’s having the temper tantrum? Not the 41-year-old mom, at least not that you can tell.)

“I know you’re mad. But please stop kicking the wall because you’ll wake up Jack.” (And I might try to sell you on eBay.)

“Please stop pulling all the covers off your bed.”

(Please stop looking at me like Satan has taken up residence in your body, because you’re kind of freaking me out.)

“NOBODY UNDERSTANDS ME. I’M NOT TIRED AND I’M CRYING BECAUSE I’M MAD AND I COULD STAY UP ALL NIGHT AND YOU JUST WON’T LET ME AND IT’S JUST NOT FAAAAAIIIIIIRRRRRR.....”

“Don’t scratch my back. Don’t lie here next to me. Because I’m not tired. And you can’t trick me into going to sleep.”

“Not…tired…”

“Mad…”

“Zzzzzzzz…”

1 comment:

  1. Ah yes! I remember those days! At least that gets better as they get older! :)

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