December is here and I smell change

The other night, I was sleeping, that really dead-to-the-world sleep that you only get so often…you know…the one that you hope for but never get???  Yes, thats the one.  Atticus started crying at about 1 AM, and amazingly it only woke me.  Did I ever tell you about Ben’s passive aggressive side?  Oh he has one…  Anyway, I open my eyes, unsure of where I am, and feeling slightly drunk.  I stumble out of bed, and knocking into furniture finally get to his room.  I soothe my poor baby, lay him back down and then run back to bed to catch the elusive deep sleep before it vanishes like girl scout cookies.  Fortunately, I was able to slide right back to where I started.  Sometime later in the morning, I feel a cold wet something on my face.  The. Ding. Dang. Dog.  How dare he come over to my side of the bed and attempt to sabotage my sleep (I was in the middle of perfecting the new Waffle-Fry-Look)?  I quickly reached my hand out to tell him who’s boss, and slapped him across the face.  (This story is going somewhere, I promise).

All of a sudden I hear this small little cry followed up with an accusatory “YOU HIT ME” and muffled sobbing. Picture the cutest little girl glaring at you and holding the side of her head…It took me a moment to surface to realize what had just happened. I gathered all my thoughts and realized that I had just slapped Chloe straight upside the head. All I could say was ” Oh no, Oh no, OH NO” over and over. I grabbed her up into the bed and pulled her close while repeating, “I am so sorry!!” I didn’t know it was her, I thought she was the dog! BTW, trying to explain to your three yr. old why you would slap her beloved dog is another story all together. She was severely offended, and rightfully so. All I could do was apologize and hug her.  She seems alright, however, I did notice that when she comes in my room in the middle of the night, she stays just out of arms reach.

I win Mother of the Year Award.

P.S. Atticus’ favorite word is “Mine” which he has definitely grasped the definition of. That boy is so cuddly and sweet, he kisses me on command (I’m soaking it up).