I can remember when I was a little girl. My sisters and I would spend our summer days swimming at my grandma and grandpa's house or a day at Raging Waters in San Jose. I can remember feeling so tired and worn out that I literally felt like I couldn't do anything else. I would lay down and still feel like I was swimming. I would fall asleep and sleep so soundly that it felt like I blinked and it was morning time. Man, I miss those days.
I see now the pure exhaustion in my kids that I can remember. They spend so much energy just being a kid sometimes they hit a wall and can fall asleep standing up.
On Sunday night after trick or treating Emma was as tired as I've ever seen her. She wanted so badly for me to lay with her and read her bedtime stories - which I completely planned to do. She was acting as a 5 year old should at 9:00pm at night after asking strangers for candy for an hour and a half but I couldn't fault her for that. She was tired.
We got home, and Emma walked straight to her room, Dorothy costume and red sparkly shoes still in tact. She climbed on her bed and was out in less than two minutes.
After a few minutes of getting ready for our next day of school and work, Dan asks, as any normal concerned parent should ask of their child falling asleep unprovoked, "Did she pee?" To which I answered, "No. I will take her in a minute."
A few minutes later we -and by "we" I mean Dan - scooped her up out of bed and carried the princess to her throne. She was out! And mumbling something like, "amafanamdalishabooble" while she is, eh hem, doing he business. I managed to take her costume off of her, put on her jammies, pick her up again and put her back in bed all without interruption.
The only person who may have come out ahead during these events was the dogwho, at some point, managed to sneak in, pull her underwear off of her (without any of us noticing, mind you) and run off with them into the family room. Now that, my friend, is exhaustion.
