My bedroom is shrouded in twilight. The sounds of tiny feet shuffling on the carpet breaches the silence. I pretend to get a few more minutes of sleep. The bed rustles and tiny bodies slide against my sides still warm from their own sleeps. I sigh inwardly wondering when their internal alarms will stop sounding at six in the morning.
The small form on my right whispers, “you tell a story, then me, then you, and you.” I stretch, longing for the echo of sleep that clings to me like cobwebs.
I yawn, “Once upon a time there was two little boys…”
By Shari Marshall – 2018
Brewing Coffee, Twisting Words & Breaking Pencils 
Such a familiar scenario. We are reliving it with our grandchildren. When do they stop waking so early and suddenly you find you can’t get them out of bed?
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Haha, when I think of that magic age when they don’t want to get up in the morning I amuse myself with thoughts of loud noises and waking them up with silly questions every 5 minutes until they give up and get out of bed!
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My daughter HATED my sleeping later than she did. I can’t count how many times I was woken up by certain someone jumping on me.
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I am happy to say they don’t jump on me. They are usually very gentle, although a few times they have thought a spider was crawling on my arm or face because of how they poke at me.
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Those early mornings and late-night sleepwalking end sooner than you’d think. The memories stay and delight once you’ve caught up on your sleep (this takes a bit longer… 😉 ).
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The are a warm and loving memory to hold onto, but I do agree that they grow up so fast.
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Aww, what a nice memory, though it will probably feel nicer in a few years* when you’ve caught up on sleep!
*or decades, whichever
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Well, I am hoping that it doesn’t take to long to catch up on sleep. I don’t mind naps, haha!
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