The clock said 8:08 when I opened my eyes this morning-a miracle! Normally I’m elated when my five-year-old twins sleep past seven. Plus, I hadn’t changed the clocks the night before for daylight savings, so it was actually 9:08 a.m. I’m not sure I’ve ever slept past 9:00 since becoming a mother of three!
As usual, they were awake before my eight-year-old son, so the girls picked out some books for me to read to them in bed (my strategy for keeping them quiet while my son and husband sleep longer).
One twin, A, snuggled up to my right arm, while the other, P, put her head on my left shoulder. As I started to read, a third head nuzzled its way up to my pillow-Waffles, our Christmas puppy. We had made it partway through our stack of books when I heard footsteps from the room next door. Moments later C burst into my room, jumped on the bed, and dove under the covers next to his sister.
I smiled as I remembered the bedtime book I read to the girls the night before, “10 in the Bed.” We were half way there!