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A night in the life

Sometimes at night, you know those precious moments when we're tucking our children into bed, I find myself itemizing events to my 3-year-old daughter to convince her that it's finally time to sleep. You had a bath, we brushed your teeth, I put lotion on you, we combed your hair, painted your nails, I read you two books and rubbed your back... It's never enough, though, is it? Why is it that all we want to do is figure out how to get more sleep and all they want to do is figure out how to stay up?

So tonight was no different. We went through the routine and as I slipped out of Tara's room the phone rang. My friend was calling! All of the cordless phones were dead. I think I'm the only one who ever puts them on the charger. So I run to the one with the cord. We are chatting, laughing, making plans for lunch. Then Austin arrives, with a ball. And he sits down and bounces it. Then John comes to see what's going on, and now the two of them are playing catch in the hallway with all of the lights on right outside of Tara's room. And now I see a little pink blur run by. She's up. And she's having fun. I shout out, "Hey! She's supposed to be in bed!" I hear giggles.

If you have kids, have you ever noticed that when you're on the phone, you become a magnet for every breathing entity in the house? I mean, even the cat was suddenly hanging around.