When my children were babies I couldn't wait for them to "sleep through the night" because that meant that I, too, would sleep through the night. It's worse now.
It was 6 a.m. Sunday morning when my son woke me up saying, "Hey mom, I stayed up all night. Isn't that cool?"
And it was 5 a.m. Monday morning when my daughter woke me up saying, "Mom, it's 5 o'clock and I just want you to know that I have to leave for work [at the coffee shop] now and I didn't want you to think I was sneaking out in the middle of the night."
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Hey, it's me. Just wanted to let you know it's a little past noon and I've been sitting around most of the day. Didn't want you to think I was actually being productive.
Steve, thanks for checking in with me. Don't forget to call me at about 2:30 a.m. to let me know what you're doing then. I love it when the phone rings in the middle of the night. For real.
When I was 10, I started to sneak out of the house on occasional weekend nights and meet up with my best friend. We'd wander around the neighborhood for hours trying to avoid the neighborhood beat cop. By the time I was a teenager, sneaking out was passe' so I started getting arrested for doing weird and seemingly illegal-but-not activities instead.
Thanks Doc. One more thing for me to worry about ...
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