A promise
Sunday evening my husband and I were both exhausted from our weekend excursion up North. We were able to hustle our daughter into bed without a fuss but the boys were wired. It was their normal bedtime, 8:00pm, and my man had fallen asleep.
I usually give them a bedtime snack. Years ago they were waking up hungry in the middle of the night and a breakfast bar or crackers keeps their bellies calm for the arduous 8-9 hours of sleep. But Sunday I could barely keep my eyes open, they were being irritating, and all I wanted to do was sleep.
"Time for bed."
"But we didn't get our bedtime snack!"
"Sorry, you were being too silly and wasted too much time. Time for bed."
"But you promised!"
For the first time ever, both of the grown-ups fell asleep before the boys. While drifting off I could hear them setting up a camp site in the bottom bunk resigned to their hungry state.
When I woke up the next morning, this was on my bedside table.
2 comments:
Thank you for sharing everything--the funny, the icky, the painful, the awkward...it helps me feel like I'm there with you and your brood.
This is how we know we are still human...we hurt, and even in the middle of hurting over a broken promise, we already know that it's going to be (a little) better tomorrow.
(As for the last comment that I deleted, it didn't say what I wanted to, plus I couldn't bear my own misspellings...love, your Ambassador)
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