Do I know my kid, or what?


About fifteen minutes ago I told Madalyn it was time to go to sleep. She got ready and crawled into her bed. The music on the stage closest to the hotel is really loud and won’t be over until 11:30 and the music on the further stage will be going until at least midnight. Mad was futzing around, arranging the covers and wriggling about and asking me questions. I said, “Madalyn, go to sleep!” to which she responded that she couldn’t “because of all that out there” (indicating the music). Now, this is my child who could sleep through phones ringing, t.v. being watched, people conversing in the room, the attack on Pearl Harbor, etc.; the same child who took a nap during a Ringo Starr concert (in the second row, no less). I said, “No, you will go to sleep. You just have to lie still and close your eyes and stop messing around..” Sure enough, within no more than two minutes of lying still, she was out like a light. I may not be able to figure her out on a mental level sometimes but I sure as heck have the mechanics pegged after eight years.
Sweet dreams, kiddo.


About msmaryb

I'm a native Californian who lives in Oklahoma. I'm a full-time student, pursuing a Bachelors in Anthropology, following which I hope to attain a Masters in Archaeology. I have three kids, one husband, no pets, and a lot of friends - most of whom live inside my computer. I love to read, write, watch tv (shut up, we can't all be brain surgeons), shop, and travel. I'm trying to set foot in all 50 states before I die. I have 38, so far. I love the Beatles and Maroon 5, and if you think those two things are incongruous, well, they are. But that's me. When I love something, I love it 100%. I don't do anything halfway. I want to know everything there is to know, so I'm trying to cram as much into my brain as I can in the short amount of time I'm allotted in this dimension.

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