Twelve Hours

Twelve hours.

When I got home last night, after 7pm, the Missus met me at the garage door. "Shhh," she said. "The babies are asleep."

I was a little disappointed, because I hadn't seen them all day and I wanted some daddy time.

"They've been asleep for two hours--ever since I got them home from daycare," she said.

I felt a little better. They should be up at any minute, yelling for some food. So I ate dinner myself and watched some TV.

At about 8:30, they were still asleep. We thought about waking them up, but decided to just bring them upstairs and put them to bed. That would probably wake them up. They had to be hungry.

We checked them again before we went to sleep. Still snoozing. Oh boy, I thought, they're going to wake up just as soon as I fall asleep. The little punks.

They finally did wake up--at 5am. They slept for twelve hours. They must've been pretty busy at the daycare. Were they doing the baby marathon--twenty-six and a half steps? Were they given some large research project? Were they doing people's taxes? What?

Whatever it was, I hope they do it again next time.

Twelve hours!