I know it was storming last night. I understood that it woke you up. I don't understand why for an hour you took turns running back and forth to the bathroom, leaving the light on, slamming doors, and talking loudly. And Miss Gabby, I don't understand why, when I came to walk you back to your room the second time, you walked right into the wall when there is a night light in your room. Can we please take a nap today?
Love,
One Tired Mama
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