Something's got to give

Something's got to give and by that I hope I don't mean my back.  I spent the night in a twin bed with both Lily and Virginie as satellites.  At any given moment, my legs or feet were off the bed and someone's curly head of hair was under my armpit.  I didn't start out the evening like this.  In fact, my extremely comfy bed with returned guest star, the hubby, beckoned me pretty early last night.  He watched a movie while I read next to him, occasionally glancing at the screen to interrupt and ask what was going on or just to snuggle.  The monitor was on in the girls' room and the silence was peaceful.  And then...there was Lily screaming into the night, bad dream or night terrors.  Whatever it was that sent her into hysteria ended quickly enough and she was back to sleep.  Virginie was another story.

Lily's screams woke her and she thought it was morning and time to play.  She spent about an hour talking and clapping her hands before she finally passed out.  As did I...on the twin mattress on the floor...where I woke up in the morning, my forty year old body begging the question, "What the ^&*% are you doing?  And there you go.

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