Tuesday, April 10, 2012

Sleeping Beauty (or how I learned I am crueler than a wicked step-mother)

In the wee hours of the morning, I woke up, and there was Annelie beside me, pajama-free (her sleeping preference), curled up in a shivering ball.

MY POOR SHIVERING BABY! I thought, as I grabbed the big brown blanket at Annelie's feet, and cuddled it up to her chin.

There's something completely satisfying about pulling a blanket up to your sleeping kiddo's chin. It never fails to give me those Chicken Soup for the Soul warm fuzzies, being the adoring mom, adoring my sleeping baby... Especially as she had probably run to my room from the other side of our dark, dark house, because of a bad dream.

I'm pretty sure I was smiling as I fell back to sleep, having done my parental duty of keeping my child warm and safe.

When my alarm clock woke me up an hour later, Annelie woke up too, and let out a joyous gasp. "You gave me brown blanket! Thanks, Mom!"

Her voice was thick and sleepy, and she smiled huge and closed her eyes again, snuggling into the blanket.

"I woke up and you didn't have a blanket," I told her, patting her head. "You poor thing. You looked so cold!"

She opened her eyes and gave me a funny look. "Yeah. I was cold. But remember? When I came in because I had a bad dream, I asked if I could have a blanket, but you said no."

Yeah, you read that right.

She asked for a blanket, and I SAID NO.

"Are you sure about that? I don't even remember you coming in," I said, just to clarify, because seriously!

"Yes, I'm sure. You always talk to me when I come in," she said. "You said no, and told me to just go to sleep."

And that, folks, is how I learned that I talk in my sleep. And that my sleep-self is a terrible mother.

How about you? Learn anything startling about yourself lately?

Happy Tuesday!

xoxo,

9 comments:

Amy McBay said...

Awe! Too sweet, and then funny! Evil sleep-mom. BTW love the new do on the blog :P

beka said...

hahaha...oh man.
i'm usually the one to witness others sleep talk. lol.

i love that whole chicken-noodle-for-the-soul part. ;)

Cathy said...

Awww, don't be mean Marisa! :) I'm sleep deprived atm and I have to get up and make them breakfast... Tempted to just stay in bed! P.S love the typewriter on your new header!

Julie Dao said...

AW! Cute story :) I remember when I was a kid and crawled into my parents' bed because of a thunderstorm or something, my mom used to talk to me in her sleep too. I can't remember if it was evil, though. Probably. LOL

Winklepots said...

It's the mom auto response "No" followed by whatever you want them to do. "No, just eat your dinner." "No, just get dressed." Even if that was proceeded by "Can I have more milk?" "Can you help me get dressed?" :oP
I talk in my sleep when I'm sick. Which should just mean, don't disturb me when I'm sick and trying to sleep.

Leah said...

oops! at least you give her blankets when you're awake... :)

Marisa Hopkins said...

Amy - thank you!!

Beka - haha, I usually witness the others doing the talking, too. SO funny!

Cathy - haha, yeah, I hear ya on the sleep deprived. And thanks!!

Julie - aw, cute. I love that she talked to you in her sleep :)

Holly - hahaha, you know it. A total auto-mom response.

Leah - Ha, I do try not to be cruel!! :D

Laura Pauling said...

So cute. My kids should never trust what I say when I'm sleeping or napping!

Meeling said...

Funny & cute!!

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