this here is the tale of two well loved bears...
let me introduce you to them....first is chubs, he is on the right and belongs to me. i've had him since jr. high. he has gone to camp with me, survived a brutal kidnapping and much ridicule, and has loved me well. and he still finds his way into my arms each and every night.
the little pink one....she doesn't have a name, but was a gift to princess from her daddy on her birth. i used to take her picture next to this bear. they were once the same size. today, this little pink bear is what princess cuddles each and every night.
well, here is the where the tale begins.
at 2:30 am i hear princess calling me. great...last night she was sleep walking, what is it tonight? i drag up the steps, dizzy as can be with a pounding headache. i find her in tears frantic by her bed. "i can't find my bear!" oh man...have i ever mentioned that i truly lack grace and love in the middle of the night?
i pull back all the covers, search under the other items all over her bed, search the floor. no little pink bear! i try to calm her and tell her she must have not had it when she went to bed, pick a doll (there are 5 next to her pillow) and go back to sleep.
she's not having any of that. for the next 20 minutes i search the upstairs, waking her brother in the process, shush princess, search the downstairs, shush princess again, let princess know mommy is tired and has a headache and we should all get back to sleep. she's sobbing, i'm grumpy, whizboy is giving me his miserable-now-i'm-awake-moan. did i mention she is sobbing? i tell her that it is 3am and mom is going back to bed. if she has slept this long without the little pink bear she can make it the rest of the night. she kindly tells me it is not 3 am - it is 2:59! argh..
i march to the tote of her other stuffed animals put them in her face and tell her to pick one and go back to bed. she does, i give her a kiss, and leave.
i head to back to bed, grab chubs (my bear) and attempt to fall back to sleep. by this time my headache is throbbing and laying on either side is making it worse. i toss for awhile sure i'm keeping hubby awake and debating about moving to the couch. at 3:52 (since she needs to be exact in the middle of the night) she calls again.
this time daddy starts to get up...knowing what the issue is, in a moment of kindness i toss him chubs and tell him to give him to her. a minute later he reappears and she is silent.
ugh....now what am i going to do? i have a headache and can't sleep without my bear. and i wonder where princess gets her quirks! so after tossing for another hour, i remember that there is an extra pillow on the floor. i grab that. at least there is comfort in the hugging....after tossing for another 2 hours i drag myself out of bed and shower. call to the kids who greet me with grumpy moans.
princess finally approaches the kitchen with chubs in tow. she calmly says she found her little pink bear. where? in her pants drawer!!
hmm......
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