This morning, I was awakened at 5:45 (that’s really really early for me, if you’re wondering) by Mister Man’s cry as he ran into the bathroom that he thought he was going to throw up. That is not, needless to say, how I wanted to wake up, but it had its desired effect.
The good news is that no, he never did throw up. *knock on wood*
As I brought him back to his room, I noticed a light on under Little Miss’s door. After I put him into bed, I opened her door to discover her reading in her bed. Yay, she’s reading. But boo – she complains when I come to wake her up that she’s really tired and can’t get ready for school.
I explained that 5:45am is way too early for her to be up and reading when she knows she needs more sleep. While she wailed and threw herself across her bed, moaning that she couldn’t fall back asleep and it was just impossible. I sighed and explained that she needed to try, and that I’d turn her sound machine back on. Her light switched off, and I went back to my own bedroom.
A moment or two later, I heard her bedroom door close. I knew that meant she’d once again turned on her light and started reading – because I can’t see her light on when her door is closed (in her mind). I debated the merits of being a good and consistent parent with the lure of my nice warm bed before sighing and trundling myself back down to her room.
Once inside, I explained again that she needed to try to sleep and was not allowed to read right now. In fact, if she read again this morning before wakeup time instead of trying to sleep, I was going to have to take her books out of her room for the day.
Turning off the light switch, confident that she wouldn’t risk losing her books, I slipped back into my room and closed my eyes. And I heard her door shut again. My debate waged once again before I headed down the hallway.
This time, her light was on the dimmer – because maybe it was the bright light that warned me she was reading. Ummm, no. She looked up in genuine shock as I opened her door before hurtling herself atop the book she was reading in a vain attempt to keep me from removing it – and the other four books she’d stashed in her room. I explained very firmly that those books were not to be brought back into her room.
I went back to sleep. Almost. There was a suspicious creak in the hallway. Groaning, I debated once again pretending that I hadn’t heard anything before sneaking into the hallway myself.
Little Miss had no light on this time. And she hadn’t brought the book into her room. And she hadn’t closed her door, tipping me off.
Seriously, one day, this girl is going to be the death of me. And yes, she did once again complain at 7am that she was really tired and wanted to go back to bed and sleep some more.