Thursday night, Isabella came into our room sometime around O'dark thirty. Ali has been sick this week, and her asthma is acting up. When she gets like that, she has a hard time sleeping at night, and I had already been up every 30 minutes or so with her. I was finally in a deep, deep sleep when I heard Isabella come into our room.
"Mommy, Mommy, MOMMY - today is library day, and my books aren't in my backpack."
WHAT??????
I had no idea what she was talking about, and then she went back to her bedroom. And I was awake. For hours.
No rest for the wicked.
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