I have a slight sleep obsession. I love it. Ask my husband.
I am usually the last one up on Saturday mornings. And, Sunday naps are a must and have been since I was a teenager. Ask my mom.
I DO NOT like to be woken up before my designated time.
I also need a little extra time to actually get out of the bed, while Beau pops up the minute the alarm rings. Weird. I need a good 10-15 minutes to wake up … slowly and gently, not abruptly. This is probably part of the reason for my failed attempts at early-morning workouts. Not happening. By the time I actually get my behind out of the bed, get dressed, get my running shoes on, and my iPod set, it’s too late to run or do anything because it’s time to wake up the girls, pack lunches, and be that continual fire under their booty to get a move on. Hmmm … apple doesn’t fall far from the tree, I guess.
Imagine my disdain every time I am woken up by being practically scared to death due to the fact that  someone’s face and breath suddenly appears one inch from my face.
Any mom knows what I’m talking about.
It’s true. Every kid does it at some point.
La Petite Belle has been doing it a lot lately due to her fear issue we’re still dealing with. She’ll get through it. I just hope it’s sooner than later.
Her fear is starting to wear on me. It’s gettin’ old.
She has good and bad weeks. It all depends on what she’s seen or heard that week.
For example, she saw the preview for “Paranormal Activity 2,” which I haven’t even seen, but, somehow, she did. And, now, here we go … fear … totally scared at night … not wanting to sleep in her own bed. This usually lasts a few days before she gets over it.
The last two nights she’s asked me or Beau or K Belle to sleep with her. We all say no.
We pray with her and Beau (aka Mr. Sympathy) tells her she needs to face her fear and get over it.
When that girl comes in my room at midnight to tell me she’s scared and wakes me up, I am not a nice mama. Most of the time, I just tell her to go back to bed and not worry about it. I quote a Scripture (half-asleep … that’s pretty good) and tell her to pray, but I know she’ll be back in ten minutes and make me even grouchier. And, most times, we do go through this three to four times before she gets the picture. (or sneaks into her sister’s bed)
Then, there are those times when I don’t have the energy to argue and tell her she can just sleep on the floor. And, she does. The authors of “Babywise” and “Growing Kids God’s Way” would wag their finger in my face and look at me with disappointment.
I’m sure the good motherly thing to do is walk her back to her bed, tuck her back in, rub her hair, and sing her sweet lullabies until she falls asleep. 
If she were six or below, it would be a different story. She’s 10.
I wonder if this is a typical response from moms, or am I just one of the horrible ones?
I think her allergies may be acting up. She may need some Benadryl tonight.
Not really. Relax.