A few years ago we brought home some cats. Dreams of lovable furry teddy bears to cuddle with at night, or lay curled up on our toes, keeping our feet warm and lulling us to sleep with their purrs floated around in my mind. Those dreams were quickly shattered. This is but one of the many, many sleepless nights to follow.
The kids are almost asleep.
I’m cuddling my two year old daughter and feeling her head becoming heavier and heavier on my arm. My son, six, is on the top bunk and I hear his breathing getting deeper and slower. Soft music is playing and the nightlight shines a warm glow about the room. I may just fall asleep myself.
I hear meowing on the landing. I hope the kids don’t hear it, but I can tell they do, as they’ve both become more alert. Seconds later, the bedroom door bursts open and Rascal comes flying in, skids across the wood floor, leaps onto the bunk bed ladder, and hops up onto the torso of my shocked son!
We were all in shock!
For one, neither cat ever sleeps in the kids’ room. Ever.
Two, couldn’t he have come in quietly if he was just looking for me? No! He had to make a grand entrance!
Three, What the?!
And lastly, four, THANKS A LOT!!
Now the kids are laughing and very much awake, which means I can not go to bed, or to work writing (which I hoped to do before too late).
I shake my head and attempt to get the kids calmed down. Rascal has decided that the top bunk, with a wiggly boy, is not the place for him, and so chooses to wash his face while balanced on the second wrung of the ladder. Can you imagine trying to get a two year old to lay down and sleep with an adorable, furry cat friend moving around practically above her head? It’s pretty much impossible.
Okay, everyone has settled down. The cat in the room (an elephant comes to mind) is satisfied with his clean face and delicately scales the ladder back to the top bunk. He then proceeds to gracefully tight-rope-walk the outer side beam, that is until he SLIPS AND FALLS!
He’s sliding across the wood floor, scratching with his claws, while his legs do that cartoon character move; running furiously while his body is going no-where! At some point his body catches up and he high-tails it out of the room and noisily thunders down the stairs.
I feel I should give up at this point. However, I try to get the kids to completely ignore this (as if it was at all possible to miss) and go the *$%$ to sleep. Who am I kidding?!
Finally, finally, they go to sleep. I go downstairs to get back to work on the computer and find this.
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