There is a chicken in my bed!!!
I ask her what is wrong.. and she says, ( crying and pointing).."There is a chicken in my bed!"
I tell her that there is NOT a chicken in her bed, and it is OK to lay back down...( her room is attached to ours, and so I can send her right back to bed.)
Nope. She is 100% sure there is a chicken in her bed.
Still whimpering, and shaking, I am now trying to get her to truly wake up.
The baby shares a room with Miss Curly-Q, and I know it is only minutes now before she awake also...
maybe afraid herself of the chicken in the bed next to hers.
Being a parent is not convenient, and definitely does not have set hours.
It is a position of commitment and unconditional love.
I love my sleep. I am one who truly needs her sleep, and this chicken was royally "messing" up my night!
The most frightening this about this middle of the night rendezvous, was that I was becoming convinced that there REALLY WAS a CHICKEN in her bed!
What is happening to me?
I told her once more that there was not a chicken there, and she pointed her little hand in the direction of her bed, and crying, proclaimed.." YES there is!! It is right there!"
Did I look?
I am not going to tell you.. you will have to guess!!
( In case you don't remember,, we DO have chickens in a pen here on our property!)
10 minutes later,.. she is sleeping soundly in the recliner in our room, and I am almost asleep, when I think that I hear a "SQUAWK!!"
Go to sleep September! It is only a dream... isn't it?
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