I had every intention of sleeping-in this morning. (And by sleeping-in, I mean not hearing or seeing anyone until at least 7:00 a.m.!) So did my husband. That’s why we kept the gate at the top of the stairs wide-open last night. For the first time ever, we told Isabelle she had carte-blanche to go downstairs after she took herself to the bathroom so she could play in her playroom. Therefore, we wouldn’t hear her upstairs, making too much noise while we tried to “sleep-in” on a Saturday morning.
I heard “Mommy, Mommy, Mommy!” from downstairs. Once I realized that was me, I rolled out of bed, opened our bedroom door, and walked down the hall. I didn’t bother putting my glasses on so I called out, “What’s wrong, Isabelle?” without actually knowing where she was sitting or standing.
“How do you spell Emma’s name?” Isabelle inquired.
She must be at her craft table drawing picture or making cards for her friends, I thought, so I focused my blurred gaze there.
“What?” I asked.
“How do I spell Emma’s name?” she repeated.
“Isabelle, it’s 6:10 in the morning. We let you go downstairs this morning so you could play independently while Daddy and I sleep. I need you to figure out how to spell Emma’s name yourself or wait until I come down — in an hour.”
“But I need to know how to spell it,” she said.
“Try your best to figure it out,” I called down to her.
“E-m-m,” she paused. “y-a.”
I didn’t care that it wasn’t right. If I gave her the correct spelling, then I’d be opening Pandora’s Box. Instead I walked back down the hall and called, “Great try. See you in an hour!”
I closed my door. Sheesh! I did my morning meditation and then tried to go back to sleep. It was a futile attempt. I’m up now — for the day. So much for sleeping in!