Supposed to...

I was supposed to go on a run today.  I had good intentions.  I was going to wake up at 5, put on my running shoes, set up my music on my iphone, and take off in the neighborhood.  I was looking forward to feeling the cool air hit my face, letting my mind wander, and just being.

I was supposed to, but I didn't go.  One little Darling Daughter learned how to climb out of her crib last night.  You know the one.  She looks like this:

She was supposed to stay in bed, but she didn't.  She climbed over the sides of her crib three times, and came downstairs to lay on my lap while I was watching Copper with Hubby.  Then I took her upstairs where she was supposed to sleep in her bed, and instead she slept with me all night. 

I was supposed to put her back in her crib, but I was too tired...I suppose. 

Then in the middle of the night, Number One, who was supposed to be in his bed joined us too.  I sent him packing.  And instead of finding him in his bed this morning, where he was supposed to be, I found him sleeping tight on the green couch in the den.  At least he didn't fall asleep in his toy chest as he did back in August:

The only one who did what he was supposed to was Number Two.  He went to bed, and he stayed in his bed all night.  Let's hope he continues to do what he's supposed to do throughout today!

 

 

I better end this post, because I'm supposed to be getting ready for work...