Quick, someone call our social worker. Juliette is in the closet.
Evie was there Sunday.
Are they being punished?
Is something amiss?
Does anyone recall a closet scene in Mommie Dearest??
It isn't punishment. Rather, it is prime real estate for napping. Sunday, Evie requested to take her nap in Mommy's newly cleaned, vacuumed closet.
I immediately sniffed the whiff of opportunity. "I don't know.... you can't have stories or songs if you nap in the closet, because there isn't room for Momma AND Evie in the closet."
"OK."
(Not having to read stories and sing songs is like a get out of jail free card.) I immediately agreed to the request.
Juliette overheard. "but I wanted to nap in the closet."
Nope, if I would even allow for two people, books and songs would be back on the bargaining table and there would be no win for me.
Juliette, in tears, "I never get to sleep in the closet".
Me-"Evie asked first, you can sleep in the closet another day."
Juliette- "Evie always gets to go first" - a bigger untruth has yet to be spoken in the town that inspired such famous lines as "I did not have sex with that woman" and "I am not a crook".
Me - "you will have to wait your turn, today is Evie's turn because she asked first."
Consequently, two days later, Juliette is in the closet. (Well on her way to being asleep.) There is something about the odor of leather and dry cleaning that puts them out quicker than benadryl. If we could bottle the sleep intoxication of the closet, Bruce and could easily quit our jobs and devote ourselves to the millions paid by parents desperate to have have their little angels drift off to sleep more easily.
Or, maybe, rather than bedrooms, we should give Juliette and Evie and the rest of the cherubs those little pod dorms to sleep in like the Picadilly hotel in London or the Hotel Akasaka in Tokyo. We could have some cubbies at the end for a couple of momma's shoes to simulate the closet environment more completely....
Until the construction begins, during nap the girls will be taking turns sleeping on the floor in my closet.
