She did it again.
My precious Boo has had a little cold. Not very ill, just off her feed and snorty, with a headache. Too tired last night to have a bath after dinner. So, I stuffed the kid into her jammies and tucked her in. She went instantly to sleep.
Well, that was easy, I thought. (when will I learn?!)
The first thing I realized was that I was cold. Next, I hear the soft yet piercing sound of Aeron whining in her sleep.
For the love of pete, kid, just stop. Please, please.....
More whining. Clearly, Aeron was not on board with my secret agenda to get some sleep.
No! I'm NOT getting up, dammit!
The kid ramped up her complaint to keening.
I put a pillow over my head. And I noticed my husband's breathing no longer was the slow, even sound of deep sleep.
Through the down, I could hear the sound of Aeron sobbing. Snarling under my breath, I flung back the covers and stomped off to the girls' room.
Aeron was lying on her side in the fetal position, covers on the floor, giraffe pillow over her head. As I came toward her bed, she squealed and thrashed her legs.
"Aeron!" through my teeth. "Pull up the covers!"
I think I startled her. She jerked awake.
"Aeron! Just pull up the covers!"
I must have put a bit too much intensity in the order. She immediately began to sob in earnest.
Ah, jesus...what have I done?!?
"I'm so sorry, Mama!"
Bloody hell. "It's ok, Boo. Please stop crying. Please. Please. Aeron. I'm begging you."
Well, after a trip to the potty and some snuggles, the child stopped the awful noise. I went back to bed.
Miles said, "So what was that all about?"
"She kicked off the covers." He didn't ask which one.