Olivia, my darling 4 year old, has a tendency to make almost nightly visits to our bedroom, wherein she climbs into our bed, snuggles between Kevin and I, and I normally don't hear her and only wake up when I've discovered that it's her foot in the small of my back, kicking me over and over again.
Sometimes she makes more noise and wakes us up... and being that it's normally 3 a.m., we don't have the energy to get out of bed and put her back in her bed (yes, I KNOW THIS IS A BAD IDEA. GO AHEAD AND CALL SUPERNANNY IF YOU MUST).
If it's a toss up between me getting sleep and her getting carried to her bedroom several times each night...sorry, but me getting sleep wins. Every time.
Except last night.
Last night Olivia decided she was hungry at 3 a.m. I'm pretty sure she wanted pancakes.
Lately, when Olivia cries it sounds more like a banshee than a human being. This is what I was listening to at 3 a.m. last night. "I'M STARVING!!!!!!!!! WAAAAAAA!!!!!!!"
Did I mention it was 3 a.m.?
After several VERY LONG minutes of listening to her wailing about how she was starving and watching her run from our room to hers with various items that HAD to come to bed with her (including a Disney World book and a pair of Little Mermaid socks), I had had enough.
I took my pillow and a blanket and went downstairs.
And slept on the couch.
It was not fun. It was cold. And uncomfortable.
This morning, my darling daughter was all warm and snuggly ON MY SIDE OF MY BED.
The sacrafices I make for my kids.