At about 4 o’ clock this morning, I heard Foodie come creeping in to my bedroom. She padded over to my side of the bed and stood, waiting for me to wake up and acknowledge her. I chose to ignore her and try to keep sleeping, so she switched over to Plan B. And poked me in the eye.
Mama’s awake. Mission accomplished.
I pulled her in to bed and cuddled her next to me in the vain attempt to get a few more moments of precious sleep.
I thought for sure it was going to work. Foodie was settling next to me nicely. I was being lulled back to sleep by her gentle little toddler sniffles when she wiggled up to my ear and whispered an important message.
“Mama, I peed.”
My normally night-time-diapered girl had, of course, taken off her diaper before climbing in to my bed.
My cozy slumber den was quickly becoming cold and soggy.
And that’s how I found myself getting ready for work at 4:30 in the morning.