I put the kids to bed and
first the eight year old comes in can't sleep. Solution - hug and a trip to the bathroom.
Second the four year old comes in he forgot how to sleep and there are crumbs in his bed - I shook out his blankets that he crumbled ritz into.
Third I heard my 13 year old and he was still awake at 10. He acted surprised that I didn't want him to read until morning.
My 11 year old would never get caught. lol
I checked on them and they were all finally asleep. I went to the four year old. I sat on his bed, covered him up, ran my fingers through his hair. I kissed his little hands and whispered I loved him. I went and repeated the same routine with each of the boys.
I went back to my room and thought about what it is going to be like when they are older like adults. I then realized I am a crazy night stalker. If someone played with my hair and blankets and kissed my hair I would be freaking out. I am officially insane. It does make my day to see their safe peaceful faces. They are the reason I work at my job and work so hard at life. They make it all more than worth it. But I am a total stalker.
alright I must go.
I may go and kiss some babies again to make myself feel better. Ok only once or else I am a real creeper.
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