Out To Get Me

I am convinced that my family is out to get me. I just can't seem to get a good night’s sleep. Steve or Jordan or Lexi take turns wrecking my slumber. Last night, it was Lexi's turn. She started crying at 3am, because she had an accident and was all wet (legitimate reason). I cleaned her up, changed her sheets, changed her pajamas, and threw everything in the hamper. I put her back in bed and headed back to my bed. Twenty minutes later, she started screaming again.

This time, the "black lady" was hiding behind her dresser. All I can say is that she must be REALLY skinny because there is only a 2" gap between the dresser & the wall. I told Lexi that we don't let any scary people in our house and had her look back there to make sure that there wasn't anyone hiding. She laughed and said it is only pretend. I headed back to bed. Another 30 minutes passed before I heard her calling my name.

This time, she claimed she had to go potty. I took her to the bathroom & was surprised that she actually did have to go. I figured that she had released it all around 3am. I put her back in bed & headed back to mine.

At 4:30am, she started again. This time, Steve got up. Sounds good, right? WRONG! Guess who got the brilliant idea to bring Lexi to our bed? The girl who can't hold still or STOP TALKING? I don't think he even lasted another 5 minutes before he decided he'd just get ready and go to work early. I gave up on sleep and decided to start my day. I had a long to do list anyway.

Now that we are half way through the day, Lexi is taking a sweet little nap on the couch. Looks nice doesn't it? What about me? I guess the torture will continue. I’ll just pray for a break tonight since Lexi’s party is tomorrow and I need to be buzzing around here.

Kid Fears

A few nights ago, I heard Lexi crying. I went into her room to see what was wrong. She was half awake and complaining that the “black lady” was going to get her. Since she doesn’t know any terms for racial differences, I knew she didn’t mean African American. I’ve heard her describe them as brown before. So, I asked her which black lady. She told me the one in Sleeping Beauty. Since then, she is scared of her dark room and it is my fault.


As a teenager, I babysat a lot of kids so I know that the Disney Princess movies can be scary. That is why I planned to wait until Lexi was at least 5 to let her watch them. Last week, I broke my own rule. Lexi wanted to watch a movie, Jordan was taking a nap, and I had a LOT of work to do. I rationalized that she is advanced for her young age and that she really likes the princesses. Besides, she doesn’t seem to be afraid of anything. …blah, blah, blah. Of course at the end of the movie, she talked about Aurora and the fairies and everything nice. I didn’t think much of it until I heard about the “black lady.”Back to the rule about waiting until she is FIVE.