Thus Is The Life of a Mother

"I can't see! I can't see! I can't see! I can't see!" (repeat 4,000 times in a little 2 year old voice). That is what I woke up to at 2:39 this morning. Me being the good mother that I am, laid there in my nice cozy bed thinking, "Maybe she'll go back to sleep." I thought that for 5 minutes, maybe more, even sending her telepathic messages to go back to sleep. I finally got up and went into their bedroom and asked her what was wrong. "I can't see!" Obviously, we'd already covered that. "What? You can't see?" I asked. "Mama I can't see anything!" Blondie replied. "Yes, honey, it's dark." Silence. I could hear the katydids chirping outside. "Oh. Yeah" she said, convinced she wasn't going blind. "But mama, i'm cared (scared). Sweep wif me." And really who can pass up a pitiful 'sweep wif me'? So I laid down in her tiny bed, and she let me know right away that the outer 3 inches was mine and the rest was 'her pot' (spot). And I was in that wonderful place right when you're about to fall completely asleep, when I got a hand over my face and, "Mama, sing Little Sacka Sugar." Surely, I must be dreaming. Now, I am not the mother who sits in the rocking chair holding her children singing Brahms Lullaby to them in the night. I sing around my children. When nobody else is around to hear me. Mostly stuff from the Easy Listening Channel on Sirius or Classic Country Saturday Night. And in the car we listen to kids music and their favorite is Little Sacka Sugar. However, our version is fast and not at all soothing or night-time oriented. So I half-heartedly sang the slow Elizabeth Mitchell version. Well, how dare I. She put a stop to that real quick with a swift slap on my head. "Noooooooo! Little Sacka Suuuuuuuugar!!!!" So there I was, laying in the dark at nearly 3:00am singing Little Sacka Sugar like a moron: "hey, hey,hey, my little sacka sugar, ho, ho, ho, my little sacka sweets...................so pretty I can eat your toes..............a rangle and a tangle and a honey in a comb......I went on, singing it, hoping Kevin couldn't hear me over the baby monitor. And I realized I had been singing it for quite some time and Blondie was completely asleep. I have no idea how many times I sang it, but when I got up and went back to bed, it was 4:00. And now I have Little Sacka Sugar seared into my brain this morning.