Tired

Dear girls,

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