The Sleep-In Closet

The kids are off school this week. So with that comes a lot of simultaneous conversations each day. You know the kind where one of your children starts talking to you and the other one insists on talking to you at the exact same moment. “Mom, you won’t believe what happened . . . Mommy! Look at this . . . Mom, then she said this . . . Mommy, are you watching? . . . Mom, did you hear what I said? Ah!!! Sometimes I maneuver these three-way conversations with ease, other times I feel so over-stimulated I’m going to implode. It must have been during one of these concurrent chit chats that I said “Sure, honey.” to one daughter’s question and the other one thought I was answering her.

So, you can imagine my surprise when I went upstairs to kiss them goodnight again and didn’t find Feisty Girl in her bed.
(I always check on them before I go to bed and give them one more kiss for the day.) I had a moment of panic before my mind did a quick rewind. Something she said about her closet popped into my head. I reeled around to find Feisty Girl fast asleep in her closet. Not a walk-in closet mind you, but a narrow one with plastic bins of clothes and an overflowing hamper. Feisty Girl was sleeping on both.
Fortunately, she had covered the hamper with a blanket so she didn’t inhale the smell of stale pee all night.

After staring at Feisty Girl for a few moments with a big grin on my face, I went to see if Sweet Angel had forsaken her bed as well. Yup. Her ample queen bed was empty and she was tucked in the corner of her closet with only inches to spare.
Needless to say, I wasn’t surprised the next morning when Sweet Angel said she bumped her head during the night. How could she not have??? What did surprise me though was how late they slept! The first day until 9:37 a.m. (Feisty Girl is very precise, and yes if I refer to “the first day” there were other days.) How could I resist the ability to sleep in myself . . . I’m addicted to sleep! The next day Feisty Girl slept until 10:14 a.m.
They should sleep in their closets on Christmas Eve! The third day 10:27 a.m. Wow! They wake up late and their beds are already made. This is too good to be true. Seriously, how long can I keep allowing this? I honestly don’t know. If this keeps up, maybe indefinitely. I think a chiropractor is in our future though.