Last night, I babysat for three children-- ages 8, 5, and 3. Their parents were gone for the night, so I stayed with them.
Parents of the world: I commend you. I have not gotten so little sleep in a long time. Crying children were crawling into my bed at all hours of the night, and then totally taking over. I was like, um, I am the adult here, so you should be taking up less space than me, three-year-old. But no. Also, if I moved to a new bed, there was more crying.
Mom and Dad, are you laughing at me right now? I am pretty sure that I spent a lot of nights as a kid taking over my parents' bed. But, in my own defense, I went from no kids to three kids in only one night. Of course, now I'm back to no kids, so I guess I can't complain too much. Well, no kids, but one rat. Actually, maybe the rat is gone-- I wasn't here last night, so it's totally possible that the poison was working while I was lying awake last night.
Okay, but don't get me wrong. I do like kids. I even like those particular kids. I was just a little bit sad about... you know. Not sleeping. This is why, if I have kids, I hope to kind of ease into it... one at a time, instead of three sudden ones. And also to have a husband, who can wake up instead of me. If it's your own kid, do you feel a little better about letting him or her cry a little? That's what I wondered about in the wee hours of the morning today.
In other news, I also bought a ticket to Scotland yesterday! I'm really excited. It was harder than I thought to do it. The problem is that there was no perfect ticket-- only tickets that would get me there kind of close to the time I wanted. And so, eventually, I just chose one. And now I'm going. Yay!
And now it's time for bed. I wonder how many words I can get in my crossword puzzle tonight before I fall asleep. I'm thinking not many.
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