You must stay in bed. You have been up six times since I put you to bed 20 minutes ago, and you must stay in bed.Â
Your daddy is out of town. For the third–no, fourth–night this week. And every single night this week, without exception, a dog, a child, or 100 mile an hour winds, or all of the above, has woken me up more than once. And on two days this week, a school has woken me up at 5:30 am to announce that there was…no school. And I have to be up tomorrow at 6:45 in order to get you ready for hockey, and I have nothing…that would be NOTHING left to give.
So please do not get up again. I am sorry that I cannot open my heart, and invite you to curl up in Mommy’s bed, or sing you an extra song, or something like that, since I can see you are having trouble sleeping, but I cannot. Â It is all I can do, to be honest, not to kill you, and I think I deserve credit for that. But if you get up again I do not feel I can be responsible for my actions.