Nadia is singing. No, she’s reading to herself. Wait, she’s counting her dolls.
It’s way after 8:30 and the kid is in Round 5 of her evening battle.
She should be tired. She goes to preschool. She takes swimming and dance lessons. She has a big sister as a constant partner in kid mischief.
Simone welcomed the end of the day seconds after her head hit the pillow. She is in dreamland as Nadia makes up stories, acts out plays, and demands extra hugs and kisses.
Nadia has tried wearing sleep masks, squeezing her eyes shut and even counting her favorite animal. Nothing works, and everything else is fine. She wakes up rested and doesn’t seem to be tired in the middle of the day. She is what she is: A Night Owl.
We saw a major shift in Simone’s sleep pattern after she went to kindergarten. Nadia will go to the Big Kid School next year. Please, oh, please, let her snooze quickly.
Sometimes I shoo her back to her room and tuck her under the covers for a second time, or I use a stern voice and make her go by herself. Eventually, she yields to the Sandman. An hour after the books have been read, the teeth have been brushed, and the prayers have been said, Nadia is down — and finally out.
Anybody else have a Night Owl?