Thursday, June 17, 2010

A Full House

This week my five-year-old niece Bella is staying with us.

She's been here since yesterday. And I'm freaking exhausted.

Keep in mind, this is one of the most well behaved five-year-old kiddos I have ever met. And I am a former preschool teacher trained to handle five-year-olds. And I love her to the moon and back. But I'm still freaking exhausted.

Last night before bed: "I want to sleep on the couch. No, wait. It's next to a window. That's too scary. I want you to sleep with me. Ok, I will sleep on your floor. Oh! Oh! Or in your bed. Ok, ok. I will sleep on the bed in my room. But can you bring a night light? And my drink? And my Sammy? And my blanket?"

This morning during the girls' breakfast: "Can I feed them? Why not? Are you burping her? Why does she burp? How many times do you burp her? Oh! I heard her burp! Maybe I could feed them. Ok. Why is she crying? Does she need to burp? I'll pat her back. I could probably feed them, ya know."

And the questions just keep on rolling. Add in two fussy babies — one who won't eat, and one who won't sleep — and you can understand why I'm freaking exhausted.

But after the exhaustion passes and the babies stop fussing and the questions dwindle, we will all look back on this time with happy thoughts and fond memories.

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