Donuts at Midnight

We had a midnight funny happen in our house last night.  Well, it was not so funny at the time, but the writing was on the wall and I knew it was going to happen.

Our oldest daughter loves donuts.  I can't blame her... I ate chocolate donuts every morning for breakfast while I was pregnant with her.  Yes, I gained 70 pounds and I deserved every last ounce of it.  At any rate, it's in her chemical makeup to love donuts...  especially Entemann's Chocolate Covered donuts!

When we were visiting my mom last night, she gave Bells 3 mini chocolate covered donuts that were special "just for her".  The minute we got home, my mini-me had me put her "special donuts" in the fridge next to a cup of milk down on one of the shelves that she could easily reach.  As soon as I kissed her goodnight, I came out and told my husband that I knew she would probably be up at 5:00 a.m. informing us that she was ready for "breaksmast".

What I couldn't predict was that the 5:00 a.m. donut craving would actually come at midnight!

I knew she had come in wanting her donuts.  And I knew that she had told me she was going to get them herself.  What I did not know was that it was the middle of the night.  It didn't dawn on me until I heard the chair scraping on the tile floor in the kitchen that maybe I should check to see what time it was.

Of course, I sent my husband down to coax our chocolate donut muncher back to bed.  He wasn't very happy with me sending him to the cold kitchen in the middle of the night.  And Bells was very offended by the fact that I had told her "yes" when my answer should have been "no".  I could hear her distress mounting as her pleading and bargaining attempts failed.  Finally, however, she complied.  My husband came back to bed and grumbled something about my promise, my responsibility.  I lovingly ignored him.  After all, the situation was resolved and everyone was nestled back in bed. 

Should I have gotten up and helped? Probably.  But my insomnia is pretty out of control these days and any precious moments of sleep I can get are not only welcome, they are wholeheartedly embraced.  Unless there is a major natural disaster or one of my children is in serious, non doughnut-related distress, I'm not getting out of bed or disturbing my Simply Sleep induced slumber.

Don't worry... Bells has forgiven me.  I woke her up with a "breasksmast" of donuts and milk at a more reasonable time of 6:45 in the morning and she was a very happy camper.  I apologized to all offended parties.  And I humbly accepted her finger wagging and reprimanding without laughing (at least not in front of her).

Love, hugs, and blessings,
The Mama