It was 3am and Rosie, my youngest, had a steaming hot fever and was ten shades of miserable. She was in bed with my husband and I, but none of us were sleeping, so I brought her into her room for a change of scenery and a reset. After about a half hour of singing and rocking, I finally got her to sleep. I did the classic mom-ninja moves to get her into the crib undisturbed and started my inner dialog of Hail Mary's as I made my escape for the door. That's when I heard Belle scream "MOMMA!!!!!" from her bedroom 10 ft away.
...So I whisper-yelled “hold on!!” and the next few minutes went like this:
Me: what’s wrong? Did you have a bad dream? Belle: ya. Me: ok lie down, let’s think about something happy like the beach...and collecting shells and swimming in the ocean. Belle: Mommy, mommy, mommy. Stop.......Tell me everything you know about bats.
🤦🏼♀️
.....as it turns out, I know very little about bats.
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