I have to say that no one around here got a lot of sleep last night. Well, except for Owen. He slept right through everything.
I thought I had the whole situation completely under control at 9:20 last night.
Baths and showers had been taken, pajamas put on, books read, everyone was in their proper sleeping places with pillows and cozy blankets and whatever stuffed animals/dolls they might want.
I kissed them all good night. I made sure they could see light from my bathroom behind the paper shade in the door. The fan was on.
"Night-night," I said, closing the door gently behind me.
Okay. Honestly? I knew the situation probably wasn't really under control. I raised four kids, partially raised two brothers, and have now a bit of experience with a pod of grandchildren.
So I wasn't surprised when about fifteen minutes later Gibson came out with Maggie trailing him.
Maggie wouldn't sleep in her bed. She wanted to sleep with her brothers.
Okay, why not? It's a king-sized bed.
I'll tell you why not. Actually, I'll let Gibson tell you.
"SHE KEEPS TOUCHING ME AND WAKING ME UP!" he said.
This went on for quite awhile.
By the time I'd taken my shower and had settled in my bed with my book and been visited by the sleepless duo for about the third time, I gave up and told Maggie to get in my bed.
"Cuddle me, Mer."
"Okay. I will cuddle you."
Those last two lines got repeated about twenty times last night. She did fall asleep in my bed and I did put her in her bed. That lasted for about two hours. The rest of the night was spent with a cuddle monkey wrapped around me. Every time she'd fall asleep I'd carefully unwrap her and then she'd wake up and scream.
"CUDDLE ME MER!"
Mr. Moon didn't get much sleep either.
When I got up this morning I realized why I was such a shitty, angry person for most of my parenting years- I WAS EXHAUSTED!
How did I do it?
How does any mother do it?
Why didn't Mother Nature give mothers some sort of special instinctual knowledge of how to get their children to sleep and then to stay asleep?
Because Mother Nature is a bitch.
There is no other explanation.
Anyway, I dragged my ass through making pancakes and bacon and serving pancakes and bacon and trying like hell not to bite anyone's head off.
It wasn't easy.
After Lily had come and collected her darlings and Mr. Moon had gone to work I felt like I was done for the day. BUT, Jessie had invited both me and her daddy to go see August in his gymnastics class and since they're leaving tomorrow and will be gone for about three weeks, I got myself together, took a shower, got dressed, and drove to town. Mr. Moon was at Jessie's house when I got there.
And then we went to gymnastics class.
It was the last class of the season and the darling teacher blew up a small bouncy house for a really fun good-bye celebration and so there was very little gymnastics really going on. But there was some.
Mostly though, there was this.
August figured out every way he could get down that slide. Belly down, head down, butt down. He did it all.
I got to hold Levon a lot and Boppy is convincing the boy that he is a good guy who is to be trusted. Babies can be very suspicious.
Boppys can be very sneaky.
On the way home Jessie and I stopped at the Dollar Store to buy stuff for their trip. Snacks, toys, pens, paper, stickers, pipe cleaners, puzzles, books...
The Dollar Store seriously rocks sometimes.
August wanted a mermaid doll.
Jessie got him a mermaid doll.
He fell asleep on the way home holding it. Look how long those legs are getting.
And so it was a very child-filled Friday for me. And yeah, I sort of missed a night's sleep and so did my husband but he just made us martinis and we're joking about it, and being forced to cuddle my granddaughter all night isn't such a bad thing and Gibson made me laugh and Owen comes up and hugs me and he's not even a head shorter than I am now which makes me feel about every sort of way there is to feel from extreme pride to deep mourning, remembering just yesterday when he was my tiny little prince.
And I'm going to go pan fry a beautiful piece of red snapper and cook my eight okra and four green beans with some stewed tomatoes and onions and make a pot of stone-ground grits and we're going to sleep so good tonight.
I got to kiss and/or hold every one of those grands today and I am a lucky, lucky woman.
I know two women my age whose daughters have cut their mothers out of their lives and who won't allow them to see their children. I think about that and I understand how it can happen and I know it could have happened to me too.
Maybe I just never got that tired. Who knows?
Happy Friday, y'all.