I’m on a pretty good schedule at the Hotel Thompson. I usually go to bed at the same time every night. There’s a certain routine that I’ve gotten accustomed to doing nightly.
Last night, the lights kept flickering on and off in our neighborhood. I’m not sure if it was the storm passing through or if something was wrong with our grid. I had been running up and down the hallway playing in the dark. Which, mom doesn’t usually mind but without the lights on she thought I would hurt myself. She told me to find a place and settle so I did in the front room on the floor.
It got close to bed time so mom asked dad to put me down for the night. He told me to go to bed. He really did. But did I listen? Of course not. Why not you ask? Because he’s not the momma. I know that was the wrong answer and I really should have listened. But, I wasn’t ready to go. If momma didn’t take me, I felt like I was being cheated. He persisted for a few minutes and finally told her that I wasn’t listening. Gee, thanks dad for throwing me under the bus. 😦
Of course, momma told me to quit playing and go potty. So, I wobbled down the hall and went to potty. By the time I was done with that, mommy was in my room. See, that’s all I asked for. My normal routine. I just wanted the momma. 🙂
She came in and cleaned up after me and picked up all of my toys in my bedroom. She told me to get in bed and I did. She pulled up my blankie, rubbed my back, gave me a snack and talked to me for a few minutes. Her voice just soothes me to sleep. Before I knew it, I was out like a light. It was a long day and I played hard this evening.
After she’s done, she *always* comes back in my room and checks on me to make sure I’m asleep. Last night was no different. I was still counting sheep. She pulled the blankie up around me and told me softly good night.
Isn’t she the best? You gotta love the mommy.