You alternate between joy and anger.
You live in the moment and you wish the moment were gone.
Paco and Tonka are in the same room and they think it's the slumber party that never ends.
They are excited, very excited, so they stay up talking to each other and playing.
Finally, they go to sleep.
Next thing you know, it's 3 am and you hear the pitter-patter of little feet coming to your room...for the 7th time!
You're exhausted.
You don't know what to do.
Threaten? Punish? Gently coerce (again).
They go back to their room. They are giggling. It's cute. But it's also 3am!
You know that the morning is a disaster zone of whining and crying waiting to happen.
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