When I became a parent I knew that for years I’d wake up in the middle of the night with a little person at my bedside. But that just wasn’t Stella’s thing (and for that, I thank her!). Along came Charlotte. About 2-3 times a week I’ll find her in my face at 2:15 AM. (Neighbors…does a train come through at that time?!?!?) She always looks so sweet and innocent and sleepy. I expect her to say something like: I have to go to the bathroom, I heard a noise, I can’t sleep, etc. But, no, of course not. Not with Charlotte. Here are the things she says to me at 2:15 AM:

“Mom, how old are you?”

“Mom, what time did you get home from the piano concert with Stella?”

“Mom, can we have Cinnamon Life for breakfast tomorrow?”

“Mom, do you remember that one time that we…blah blah blah…???”

“Mom, did you know that…(insert any random fact and then follow it with a related question about said fact)…?”

I can barely get a kid to the bathroom and back to bed at 2:15 AM. The expectation of answering hard questions is absurd. How old am I? At 2:15 AM I cannot do the math. And no I do not remember the one time we blah blah blah. I can barely remember what we had for dinner. I come out of my fog just long enough to say, “We’ll discuss it tomorrow. Now let’s get you back to bed.”

Do any of your kids still get up in the middle of the night?