A Little "Stacy" Time

Kids don't always understand that their bedtime is as important as eating, learning and breathing...for them and for me. I have been a stay-at-home Mom most of their lives except for a few months here and there to work.Just like with most parents I have worried and stressed over them from the minute they were born... I've fretted over everything from their health to their happiness and everything in between.When their hearts get broken mine does too.When they are hungry I give up my food to them.They want to go out with their friends all the time and now in the summertime I either have them under foot or I am begging them to spend time with me.So when night time comes around I just want to sit down, grab a book or write some poetry and actually breathe without any worries of anything.They are in bed so I know that they are about as safe as they can be...But every night since summer started they have wanted to stay up as late as possible.They suddenly want to talk, eat and make noise...All of a sudden they want to know if they can go here or there tomorrow or if they can have a friend over (and tell me the longest story I've ever heard!) While I will never turn down time with either one of them it is nice to just "be" for awhile...No thinking, no stressing and absolutely no talking about tomorrow.I adore my kids and after 15 years I've learned to get food, sleep and sanity when I can get it(and in any room I can get it)! Ahhhhhh, the kids are finally in bed...peace and quiet. *and then the cats wake up*Do you think they will go to bed if I beg them too? Didn't think so!

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