Rough Night

Finley and Mommy stayed at Auntie Megan's last night to escape our freezing cold house with no furnace. In the middle of the night, she fell out of bed and was awake for the next two hours. During those two hours, she tossed, turned, and whined about everything imaginable, including how thirsty she was. After an hour or so, when she said, "I thirsty," I said sternly, "Me, too, Finley." She said, "No, Mommy. My thirsty first." Then, very sheepishly she said, "OK?" I couldn't help but smile to myself in the dark. Until, she kept kicking me in the head and telling me how she wanted to sleep on the couch, and in Sadie's room, and everywhere else but where she was. I finally told her I was going to leave her in that room to sleep by herself, so she stopped for a little bit and tucked herself right up against me. I was just about asleep when she says, very quietly, "You there, Mommy?" As if she couldn't feel me! Needless to say, I needed a big coffee this morning.