Fairy Tale Meet Harsh Reality07/06/2010
Erin intercepted me as I approached the living room. “Don’t wake up Mommy, Daddy. Mommy is sleeping.”
Erin and Emily were playing “Bedtime”, which is a fabulous game that normalizes the sleep routine for your toddler or pre-schooler and makes them champion sleepers who never ever wake up in the middle of the night and they never ever skip their naps and they never ever wake up at 6am eager to play all day. And they never ever sell you swamp land in Florida.
Erin was putting Emily to “bed” on the couch, thus her instruction to me.
Dad, however, likes to play his own games. A wife on the couch with her eyes closed, feigning sleep is just waiting to be woken from her slumber. I indulged my wish to be Prince Charming and I leaned in close, planting a kiss on Emily’s lips as she smiled her eyes open.
Erin, however, has not been exposed to any fairy tale romances in her short life.
“No daddy. Don’t wake up Mommy. Mommy needs her sleep.”
Firm grasp on reality, that one. I think she’s working out the rules to “Dissertation” too, just so Daddy has something to play.