
Thursday night was a night that reminded me how grateful I am to have children old enough to sleep through the night. However, this particular night there must have been a full moon.
11:21 PM --Miles: "I can't sleep." Back to bed. Snore, snore, snore.
12:43 AM --Boo and Zoe and their "playing" matches
2:17 AM --Lucy climbs into our bed where I try to sleep unsuccessfully
2:39 AM --Carry Lucy back to her bed
3:12 AM --Boo meowing incessantly
4:23 AM --Emily: "Mom! Feel how loose my tooth is!"
6:08 AM --Miles: "I still can't sleep. Wait...what's that noise?"
At this point I started to hear some kind of commotion in the girls' room. After Miles didn't exit their room I decided to investigate.
Mom: "Miles, get out of Lucy's bed."
Miles: "Why? She's not in it."
What? Where...? The night before I had threatened Lucy with staying home from her field trip if she didn't clean her closet the next morning. At who knows what hour, she decided to get out of bed and "surprise" me. Well done. I was surprised.
Mom: "Emily, were you able to go back to sleep after coming in my room at 4:30?"
Emily: "I tried but it's hard to sleep with Lucy in the closet singing, 'Everybody Wants to be a Rock Star!'"
Made up song for sure. You should hear the one she sings when she's alone in the bathroom.
Just an aside--Lucy just came to me and said, "Mom, I want to make a comet. We just need some ice and dust. The ice just needs to be rusty and a little bit dirty." No problem.

