sweet thangs {#3}

Last night I had fallen asleep realizing that even if I fell right to sleep

{and stayed asleep for every minute}

I would barely get 6 hours of sleep.

{my minimum functional amount}

I curled up in my covers

{and passed out}

Until i felt a tapping

{on my forehead}

"Mom, can I snuggle you in your bed?"

It was Hal.

She had a bad dream.

{and my pillow was the best place to chase away ghosts}

I shared my spot with the snuggliest 6 year old I know.

After a while I carried her heavy, sleeping body to her bed.

{and resumed my pillow between the knees comfortable position}

{and passed out}

Until I FELT someone staring at me.

"Hi, Crew. What do you need buddy?"

{Crew is the only one that I wake up to feeling his stare}

"I need to go potty. Poop mom."

SO I usher the little man to my bathroom while he does his buisness.

{with all the lights on}

Kiss his head and wish him sweet dreams.

{me back to my pillow}

{and I passed out}

Until I FELT crew staring again.

"Hi son. Are you okay?"

Apparently a ghost had flown through his room.

{no more scooby doo}

And as previously discovered that night, my pillow is still the best place to scare away ghosts.

So, I scoot over and let little man snuggle.

{until he began sweating profusely}

{he IS a little man}

So, I made him a bed on the floor next to mine.

{where he comfortably slept}

I again took full ownership of my pillow

{and passed out}

Until my alarm began beeping at 4:27

{because 4:28 is way too late :)}

I smiled as I stepped over the snoring

{and sweating}

little boy on the floor.

I chuckled as I looked in the mirror at my tumultuous hair and puffy eyes.

{exactly what an all night ghost chaser should look like}

It hit me that these darlings are growing way too fast.

{and these are the times of my life}

{btw I think 5 hours may be my new minimum}