Late Night Party of One

At 3:13 am, my phone buzzed on my night stand signaling an incoming call.  It jolted me from my bizarre dreams and my heart leapt into my throat when I say it was my dad calling.  In the 2.5 seconds that it took me to hit the on button and say hello, a million scenarios ran through my head.   Someone is hurt.  Someone is dead.  Something horrible has happened.  I didn’t even have time to prepare myself, but it was going to be bad.

Well, it wasn’t. 

“Layla is downstairs on the phone with Maw Maw”.

What?!?

I’m so confused.  Layla’s on the phone?  No, I’m on the phone with you.  Layla is downstairs.  Sleeping.

Oh wait, Layla is downstairs on the phone.  With Maw Maw.  Not sleeping.  At 3:13 am.

WTF!!!!!

Once I cleared my head enough to comprehend what he was saying, I made my way downstairs to the living room.  And what do my weary eyes find?  Layla laying on the couch chatting with Maw Maw.

“Mom!  I talking to Maw Maw.  I watching Strawberry and talking to Maw Maw.”

 WTF!!!  You are 3!  And its 3:13 IN THE MORNING!

Not only was she having a late night conversation with her grandmother, she had also attempted to call several of Grace’s friends.

She had eaten a couple of apples, possibly dipped in chocolate icing.  There was an empty bag of chips, a spilled soda and bread and peanut butter strewn across the living room floor.  I began having flashbacks to when Grace pulled this stunt around age 2.  Her's was chocolate milk, hot dogs, ketchup and cookies, though.  And she didn't call anyone!

 

I took her upstairs with me and told her we were going to sleep.  She protested all the way.  Why was I ruining her party?!?

As soon as her head hit the pillow, she was knocked out cold!

If this is a sign of things to come, her teenage years will be the death of me!