Abby was not sleepy at bedtime last night. This fact is not mere observation on my part. The girl told me so herself. This information was one of only many, many things I heard last night as we were attempting to drift off into dream land at 9 p.m.
I read the requisite book, gave and received the good night kiss, and turned out the light. Silence.
"Mommy. You were s'possed to read a me a stack of books, not just one. You know like you always do."
Silence.
"It's noisy in here. I can't sleep when it's noisy in here."
Silence.
"It's really, really noisy in here. I'm going to turn off the fan." Crawls out of bed, turns off the fan and climbs back under the covers.
"There. That's better."
Silence.
"You were 'posed to read me a stack of books Mommy. Like you always do."
Silence.
"I'm not sleepy."
Silence.
Yawn.
Snoring.
9:10 p.m.
Sparkly Street Family Update.
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