Bed Dread
posted Saturday February 7th, 2009
At 6:30 this morning, I heard her. Shuffle, shuffle, stomp stomp stomp, as she climbed out of bed and ran across on the noisy wood floor, headed — I don’t know where.
“Sophie?!” I called.
“I get up by myself!” she announced.
I coaxed her into my room and she climbed in bed with me. We cuddled for a while. 6:30′s not so unreasonable (though she just announced she’s tired) but I’m seeing a scary pattern. Tomorrow, 6? By next week, midnight?
And by March, all-night parties?
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All night parties soon are coming. I am sure of it.