Do I have a newborn? I thought to myself as I blink blink blinked at the numbers on the clock. 1:41am, they said, in their bright, red, in your face arrangement.
Little feet, hitting the floor hard as she jumped off of her own bed and made her way into mine. Little feet, wanting to come in, not be alone. "Come on honey," I said to her as I scooped her up in my arms and brought her back to her room, "It's bedtime."
Little feet - running back into my bedroom. "I don't want to be alone mama," she said. "Come on honey, I'll lay with you a while."
I peeled back the blankets slowly, making sure her eyelids didn't flicker, even a tiny bit, and tip toed back to my bedroom.
2:09am. It's my own fault. I stayed up way to late finishing a good book. You know when you are reading something that is so good, so hilarious, so incredible that you don't want it to end? Yet you find yourself at the ending, the conclusion, the last few pages left and you couldn't put it down even if a cabana boy was waving a margarita in your face wearing nothing but a loin cloth.
I had great expectations of falling asleep and staying that way until morning, with only dreams of Brad Pitt clouding my mind. Any version of Brad Pitt would have been fine. Brad in Thelma and Louise, wearing his cowboy hat. Brad in Fight Club, being all scrappy and witty. Brad in the Ocean's movies...debonair and sexy. Just as long as it wasn't Brad in The Curious Case of Benjamin Button - except for that small part in the middle when he and Cate Blanchett are the same age. Any Brad will do. I had finished a cup of tea, was wearing my favorite pyjamas and my pillow was "just right."
Little feet. Dragging, tired little feet. "Mama, I can't sleep." 2:19am - red numbers glaring. I put her back into her bed and explained that she just needed to lie there and think happy thoughts. I told her that sometimes it can take awhile, but that she'd fall asleep and the next thing she would know, it would be morning! I did this in my best 2:19am voice, with about as much enthusiasm as a rock.
Settling back into position, ready for my own "happy thoughts" (of the Brad Pitt variety), I leaned over to my husband and whispered, "It's your turn next buddy."
And what do you know? The next thing I knew, it was morning and I was the only one in my bed.