Sometimes I get more than a little annoyed when Gemma comes out of bed 8 times an evening…even though I know it is a side-effect of me wanting her to continue napping for my own quiet time, since napless days see her totally out by 7 pm at the latest.
But she sure knows how to work me, that one. After managing 3 more bathroom trips and an extra song, when she knows I am about to lay down the line, I hear her little voice from her bedroom doorway.
“Mom? Moooooom? Mommy?”
“Gemma, if you have to go to the bathroom do it yourself. Otherwise GET BACK in bed.”
“But Mom, pleathe…I just need a thmooch and a big thnuggle.”
“Oh. Ok. And then you can come sit on the couch with me and watch TV and eat ice cream and candy because you are my favourite girl ever.”
Parenting may not be my forté.
But I do love my thnuggles. I better take ’em while I can.