I can’t finish wrapping gifts with the little ones around. Last night I was determined to get it all done. Ron was at work, the kids went to bed around 8. Unfortunately, they both had one of those rare, restless evenings, tossing and turning. Finally, Grant succumbed and went to sleep with his Siberian Husky dog in a stranglehold (remember the one you gave him Mom?)
Then, it all seemed quiet and was ready to go and little, sweet voice comes around the corner; ‘Mommy-I can’t sleep, can you please hold my hand?’ I simply can’t resist that. What is a Mom for if she can’t help you find some peace and sleep? So, I laid down with her, holding her hand, smiling fondly at her sweet little face. And that was it-I woke up in the middle of the night-wrapping still undone.
So, now I’m in the market for an elf. Takers?