Morning dialogue

At 4:30 a.m., I heard the pitter pat of little feet. Sweet God, no.

Daughter: (whispers) Mommy, I have to go potty.

Me: Well, then, go.

Her: Come, come!

I dragged myself out of bed and helped her, then informed her that it was still nighttime.

Her: I want cereal. Cheerios.

Me: It’s time to sleep. Good night. Here, I’ll tuck you in.

Her: I want to sleep in your bed.

(Oh, heck no. Sleeping with a toddler means she pries your eyes open and smiles sweetly, saying, “Wake-up time!” Or she pats your head.)

Me: No, you sleep in your bed. Night-night.

I closed the door to her room and prayed she would stay there for at least another hour. I think the only way to guarantee it would be to give her full access to her Halloween candy. And yes, the thought did cross my mind.

Revisions are coming along, and tonight I’m watching LOST. It’s my guilty pleasure, what can I say? How about you? What are your plans for the day?