After a long night of bad dreams (Gracie) and difficulty sleeping (Bridget, me)(except that I don't scream bloody murder for hours on end when I can't sleep)(sorry BJ, your nieces all say bloody murder, too) we all were running a little late this morning. Bridget woke up first, all cheery and happy as if she had the best night of sleep in her life (rolling eyes) so I sent her up at 7:15 to wake up Maddie for school, who seems to still be worn out from waking up at 5:30 am to play chess every morning with Grandma last week.
At 7:26, I realized that I was also not out of bed, the house was quiet, and none of us were dressed, brushed, and fed and only had a half hour to get our act together. I ran up to Maddie's room to find out what the delay was and there was Bridget, all snuggled into Maddie's bed, under the covers, curled up next to conked-out Maddie. She smiled sweetly at me and said "it didn't work."
We still made it everywhere we needed to be this morning on time. But I think Bridget is fired for all future wake-up calls : )
