Last night John Russel came in my room around 1:00 in the morning wanting in my bed. Now, my kids don't ever sleep with us. They get in each other's beds, but not mine....thank goodness. So, when he asked I told him to go get in the bed with Mae. He told me he had had a bad dream and didn't want to go upstairs. Rusty somehow convinced him and off he went. Whew!!!
The next morning I got up and was doing my normal morning thing. I met Mae in the hallway. She was MA-AD! Her lip was poking out and her hands were clenched in fists by her side. She proclaimed in her best whiny voice, "John Russel is in MY bed!" I then tried to explain to her that he was just scared and he wanted to be with her. I reminded her of the many times, including a few this week, when she got in his bed. None of this seemed to help. She then began to cry, so I just stopped and held her. I told her that I knew it was hard having brothers (sorry William) while I patted her back. We then made our way towards the kid's rooms to get dressed. As we approached the stairs. She busted out with more tears and told me, "But Mama! He pooted in my bed!!" Oh, Mae Mae...I'm so sorry....is all I could say. When we made our way to her room John Russel was pretending to be asleep in her bed. I told him not to poot in Mae's bed anymore! "If you have to poot, please go to the bathroom." (this was more for Mae's benefit--I mean really?) I then went to pull out the clothes for the day. John Russel rounded the corner looking very forlorn. "Man," he said, " I'll never get any sleep!"
Later, Rusty asked what all the commotion was about. When I told him, he smiled and said, "Oh, really?" Then after a big laugh he stated matter-of -factly, "Well, she'll never stay married!"
Isn't that the truth!!!