Escaping the Sandman

Who said we are sleepy, we are not! This is the tough stance of my kids during sleeping time.

MC would begin to move faster, like a tornado, and would create chaos and dramatics so that she wont fall asleep. Like dancing or running here and there or playing rough or being simply makulit. A sudden burst of adrenaline to escape dreamland. Enough to sustain her for another hour or so.

IC takes it on a different sense, through her sense of taste. When she's all but ready to tumble into the hands of the sand man, she would begin asking for a little something to eat. A bonbon. And then it would grow into fruits. And then she would say she's so very, very hungry -- she would sit in the kitchen waiting to be served something big. When this is not so effective, she would complain of a stomachache. In which I always reply, 'then go to the toilet.' These words she would ignore, of course. When she would finally acknowledge that all is nought, a drink of either water or her favorite lemon water would suffice. This technique earns here another 30 mins waking time.

Meanwhile, my husband and I are catching each other's eyes and trying to hide our grins. Because we know, we are again going through the long process of catching sleep.