|Princess needs a new bed.|
Friday, July 8, 2011
At 3:30 a.m. I was jarred out of my very-brief slumber by a loud thump. My first thought was that my 12-year-old granddaughter was up doing something she wasn't supposed to be doing at that hour (now why would I think this???) Of course it could possibly be the eight-year-old trying to squeeze in a few extra hours of playtime (she's been studying at the foot of the master). I stumbled down the hallway, tripping over one piece of crap after another, and started the bed check. Eight-year-old appeared to be asleep; of course that was questionable. But no dressers were overturned, so I backed out slowly. Twelve-year-old's light was out, but I heard the TV...stepped inside to find her lying on her bed, eyes closed, but quite possibly faking. I called out her name. No answer. But everything appeared to be in place so I left. Of course my husband slept through it all.