I love my job

Last night, after much flopping, and adjusting, and pulling of covers, Sophie and I finally settled down to sleep. Ahhhhh….

And just as I’m relaxing into a half hour snooze with her (I usually get back after she’s dropped off) Sophie’s little voice comes out of the dark saying, “Mommy, can I have drink of water?”

Groan. “Oh, girl, I just got comfortable. Surely I don’t have to actually get up. How thirsty are you? Is it an emergency thirst situation, or what?”

“I’m really, really thirsty. I didn’t realize it until just now.”

Double groan. “Fine. Okay. But you have to say it. Go on.”

Sophie pitches her tiny, five year old girl voice as low as it can go and says, all in one rush, “You’re the best Mommy ever now go get me a drink of water.”

We both giggle. “I think I’m going to have to change it,” I say, “maybe to, ‘you’re the best mommy in the whole Universe!’ Or maybe ‘You’re the best mommy in the History of Mommies!”

Sophie makes a sound that, in the dark, is the same as rolling her eyes. “No, mommy, you’re just a plain mommy.”

“A PLAIN mommy?” I get up to get the water, muttering in mock indignation. “I’m a plain Mommy? I don’t believe this. A PLAIN mommy!?”

A few minutes later, water drunk and forgotten, more flopping and adjusting and pulling, and Ahhhhhing, until everything is just so and I hear, “Mommy, will you rub my back?”

“Hmm. I don’t know. Do Plain Mommies rub little girl’s backs? Or maybe it’s just Really Spiffy Mommies that rub backs. Because if I’m just a Plain Mommy, I’m not sure if I can really honor your request here.”

Sophie gives a long suffering sigh, takes my hand and flops it down on her back. “You have to, Mommy. It’s your job. Now quit whining.”

She really said that! I’m not making this stuff up!