Fiddledaddy was out of town on business last week. The first night he was gone, Cailey came to visit me in the middle of dark thirty. “I had a bad dream…” Not waiting for a lengthy description, I escorted her back to her own bed in a hurry. Because that’s the kind of caring mom that I am.
Cailey is a well known bed hog. No matter how large my bed may be, I knew I would end up on the floor. And there’s just not enough Tylenol in the world to warrant that.
The next night, this scenario was repeated. Except that this time, I just let her crawl into bed with me. I was just too groggy to assure that I wouldn’t accidentally push her out the front door. In my sleepy stupor, of course.
As I began to drift off to blessed sleep, I heard a stage whisper, “MOM! What’s that on the ceiling.” Without opening my eyes, “The ceiling fan.” “NO. Besides that.” I reached over and flipped on the light for her to see that NOTHING was on the ceiling. Save for a few spider webs. And dust bunnies.
How do dust bunnies get on the ceiling? That’s what I want to know.
“Oh.” She replied, as I flipped off the light.
A few more minutes passed.
“MOM! It’s dark in here, can I open the bathroom door and turn on the light?”
“No. It’s suppose to be dark. It’s the law.”
After a little while longer, I could feel her get out of bed and pad across the room, clutching her Zoe doll and pink pillow.
“Where are you going?”
“Back to my room. It’s too scary in here.”
My master plan.
The next morning, she revealed the subject of her frightening nightmare. “I dreamed that a cow was eating me.”
Interesting. Since she’s really not a meat eater. She has more to fear from the chicken population. But, I kept my thoughts to myself.
Tonight I served Pizza. Which by all accounts should spell a good nights sleep. And if that works. Cereal is on the menu for tomorrow.
My parenting book will be out next year some time.