The Doctor is traveling through time in the TARDIS so the Curly Girly Trio and I are on our own. We always feel a little discombobulated when he's gone, but I like to think we get into a pretty good rhythm.
I used to allow the girls to rotate sleeping with me, which The Doctor had warned me would be a bad idea.
"Nah," I said. "It'll be fun for them and I won't have to sleep alone. A double win!"
"Ok," he said in an "I can't wait to tell you 'I told you so'" kind of a tone.
The first night was great! M came in about 1 and slept very soundly. I slept as well as I do when The Doctor is gone, which isn't very well.
The second night was B's turn. Again, it went without a hitch.
"Hah!," I thought in the morning. "He was wrong! This is fantastic!"
The third night was L's turn. She came in at about midnight and proceeded to sit up and chat for hours. I'd grunt, "Lay down and go to sleep" and she'd lay down, but she was still talking. Finally, after another hour, I said, "That's it. You are going back to your room." She started crying and told me she promised she'd go to sleep.
"But, Mommy, I sleep with my eyes open," she explained.
At this point, I was to tired to argue and given the fact that I was sleeping with my eyes open, maybe it's a possibility. I told her to lay down and be quiet.
For 2 whole minutes it was blissful. I nearly went back to sleep when I heard her little voice start up again.
"Go to sleep, L! I mean it. Stop talking or you're going back to your room!"
"But Mommy, I am sleeping. Remember, I sleep with my eyes open."
"L," I pointed out, "You cannot be sleeping because you are talking to me."
"But Mommy," she patiently explained, "I talk in my sleep."
"That's it! Go sleep with your eyes open and talk in your own room!," I said firmly.
"No! I want to sleep with you!," she cried. By this point, my alarm was going to be going off in an hour and I was so tired, I didn't think I could get out of bed.
"If you talk to me one more time, you will be grounded all day tomorrow," I threatened (and it was quite a full threat, no emptiness there!).
That worked, she finally stopped talking! When my alarm went off, she mumbled, "What's that?"
"The alarm. It's time to get up," I said, eager to finally get her out of my bed.
"But, Mommy, I am so tired," she whined.
Gee. . . I wonder why that is.
About an hour later, while we were eating breakfast, M said excitedly, "It's my turn to sleep with you tonight, right?"
"Nope," I answered. "Daddy is coming home tonight, but even if he wasn't, from now on, you girls sleep in your own beds."
"Not when Daddy's not here, though!," cried B. "You said we could sleep with you!"
"Yes, I did. You are correct. Sadly, that was before I realized some of you wouldn't actually sleep," I grumbled.
Immediately, both B and M knew it was L and shot her daggers.
"Mommy, it is NOT fair that we are being punished when L is the one who wouldn't sleep," B argued. She says she's going to be a veterinarian, but I think she's going to be an attorney. She has all the makings of one.
This happened a year ago and to this day, every time The Doctor goes on a trip, M says grumpily, "We would be allowed to sleep with Mommy, if it weren't for L." Yep. You would be and I would have been able to gloat to The Doctor that I was right. I guess none of us are getting what we want.
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