"Mooooooom? Mooooooooom? Mommy?"
I awaken. Someone is calling for me. In my sleep haze, I have no idea which child.
"What??", I whisper-yell (all you Moms know how to do that. It's an art form.)
"My knee itches."
Are you kidding me? Of all the zillions of times my sleep has been interrupted over the years, I honestly have never heard this one before. Puke, pee, stuffy noses, coughs, bad dreams? Been there, done that. But itchy knee?
"So scratch it!", I hiss. Not kindly. I roll over and sigh upon the realization that I have about 30 minutes before my alarm goes off. Hubby is snoring next to me.
Two seconds later, the pitter-patter of little feet hasten towards me. It's Baby. Standing at the edge of my bed.
Hot breath on my cheek. I feign sleep. (Shut up. You know you've done it too.)
"Momma? My knee REALLY itches."
I lead him back to his bed, grabbing a squirt of lotion from my vanity. I
I stumble back to the bedroom. Glare at the clock. Hubby is STILL snoring.
So instead of attempting to lay in bed, stare at the ceiling, elbow Hubby, and curse for those last 20 minutes of precious sleep, I got up.
And that's how my Tuesday started.
By the way, NO ONE has figured out my lie thus far! I figure I'll explain the stories once someone (anyone? Bueller?) comments with the correct answer. So keep trying!