I'm sound asleep this morning and from the depth of a most delicious sleep, I'm wakened by the mewling cries of my darling daughter. Like any good mother, I tense... hoping beyond hope that this is just a momentary glitch and that she'll go back to sleep on her own. Instead, the wails intensify and conjoin into an actual sentence of "I want my binky... I want my binky in my mouff!" Definitely a cry that means business. So, I dragged my sorry butt out of the warm (delightfully so) bed and down the hall to the light switch where I'm momentarily blinded in the glare. I continue down the hall and into her room to find her laying there quitely with the binky firmly ensconced. "What," I think??? I got out of bed for this? But no. Of course she wouldn't disappoint me like this because as soon as she saw me looking in disbelief at the binky, she said, quite clearly, "I want my bubba. I want my bubba in my mouff."
Arghhhh... I told her that bubbas were not for the middle of the night and that she needed to go back to sleep immediately. I covered her back up, turned the music on the mobile on and blindly headed back to bed where I inserted the ear plugs as deeply as I could and went back to sleep. Mothers need far more patience than I have at times...
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