Sep

Dream A Little Dream {Meow}

A few weeks ago, I think I mumbled something about sleep being inconvenient. I was wrong. Sleep is very, very necessary. I don’t do it often and I don’t do it well but when I decide it’s time, it has to happen. Full stop.

Unfortunately, last night was the night where I needed to catch up about a months missing sleep which happened to be the night Ivy decided she would adopt my “sleep is inconvenient” theory. All night long, she would sporadically wake, yell like her cot was on fire, then calmy inform that she “didn’t feel like sleeping”. Off to our bed she’d go, for 15 minute periods, where she’d chat like it was 4pm down at the Coffee Club. She’d then request to return to bed. This was played out in a horrific loop from 11pm till 3am. I didn’t find her remotely amusing then but now I giggle at recalling the conversations, me in a constant state of sleep-hover with my back to the chirpy one.

I: Mummy, I can’t see your legs. You have no legs.
M: (mumbling): I do have legs Ivy. They’re under the covers.
I: Oh. Sorry.

I: Mum? Mummy? I can’t see your lips.
M: (turning head around)..
I: MWAH (Big wet sloppy toddler kiss).

I: What’s that Mummy? (pointing to the edge of the blanket).
M: (Seeing opportunity). Oh, it’s umm Mummy’s taggy. I hold it to go to sleep, like you. Lets go to sleep.
I: (Giggle). Oh! Mummy’s taggy! Where’s your bottle? You want a bottle? I can pat you. (Begins patting my head a little too hard).

M: You need to go to sleep, everyone else is asleep. This is just getting silly.
I: It is NOT silly. I be-am-having. You go to sleep, Mum-mee.

And on. And on. Except I forgot to add that most of her sentences ended after a pause with “meow”. In the cold light of day it makes sense really, her nocturnal activities are obviously because she’s half feline.