About Last Night
Twins are clean, pajama'd and in their respective cribs. Their light is out and they're chattering away to each other in pigeon toddler.
I climb onto my bed, ignoring the sound of the tv downstairs and shut my eyes – taking five between putting the babies down and J-Jo to bed.
J-Jo pokes her head in my door "There's my beautiful mommy that I've missed so much!"
Okay, what does she want?
J-Jo returns with The Wonderful House by Margaret Wise Brown. One of our – okay, my – favorite books. We read until I drift... off...
"Oh mommy, you really are tired! You fell asleep during this book and it isn't even too long!" J-Jo pulls the covers over me and disappears to the bathroom.
J-Jo returns with my (wet) toothbrush. I fight my type-A personality.
J-Jo is "brushing" my teeth.
7:58 I submit to fatigue.
I momentarily drift out of slumber and hear this downstairs:
"Daddy, I had to tuck mommy in, she was very tired. Could you put me to bed please?"
God bless that child. Think I could do this uh, once a month?