Andrew: Mom, I wanna tell you a secret.
Me: Well, I don't think I like secrets.
Andrew: Why, Mom?
Me: Well, because they are often rude and make others around you feel uncomfortable. Also, there's really nothing you can't say to me out loud. If you want to tell me something in private, then we can go into a room when we get home and just talk, only the two of us.
Andrew: Gosh, Mom. All I wanted to do was give you a Wet Willy.
I am a night-owl. My friends know this. I enjoy staying up late and getting things done around the house that can't be tackled when my three children are awake. Not to mention, I find peace and refreshment from being up late, alone. Last night (rather, in the wee hours of the morning), I was sitting on the floor in the living room while working on a few last minute handmade gifts. Andrew, who doesn't usually get up in the middle of the night, came out of his room. I put him back to bed where he fell back to sleep quickly. Upon waking this morning.....
Andrew: Mom, why weren't you in your bed last night?
Me: I was making a few things that had to get done right then.
Andrew: Do you ever go to sleep in your bed?
Me: Yes....well, sometimes....ummmmm....yes.
1 comment:
I totally relate to this. I'm a night owl, too, for the same reasons you mentioned. My younger daughter who always wakes up at night has asked me, "Mommy why are you always up in the middle of the night?"
By the way, I'm a friend of Coralie's. I found my way here through her blog.
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