counting to sleep

Three walks to the park around the corner.

Five new friends made on the playground during the third trip to the park What are their names? Don’t know…but they are her friends.

Twenty thousand tears bitterly and loudly shed walking home from the park at sunset because how can Mima and Papa-Papa possibly force her to abandon her five friends, the five friends whose names she does not know.

Eight neighbors who witnessed the twenty thousand tears loudly shed and who now know for sure that we are the absolute worst people.

Ten more minutes please in the bathtub because bubble baths are fun.

Six oreo cookies for bedtime snack.

Two cups of milk with our bedtime snack because one is not enough.

One story read because track and field Olympic races are boring.

Count is lost with the number of questions and trips to the bathroom and just one more kiss and bear hug, please and why can’t I have more milk and…and…and…and…

At last! At last literally just before the midnight hour…

…she sleeps. She sleeps in her own bed that we made for her. For now.

And I realize just how lucky and spoiled I was with my own five.

Good night Fallon!

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2 thoughts on “counting to sleep

    • she almost always sleeps over at her other grandparents’ on weekends her mama works so for us this was a new experience and a real treat. Memories were made. Fun was had. And yes, I have a a whole new appreciation for how lucky I was that my kids settled into very easy, predictable bedtime routines and uninterrupted sleep through the night.
      Still, we can’t wait for the next sleepover!

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