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“go to sleeeeeeeep” admonished my mother from Alaska via Instant Messenger.

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yawning kitty sticker

I let her know that I had, but I could not stay asleep or fall back to sleep easily after waking up and it sucks.

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“I’ll tell you a bedtime story.”

oh law.

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“Once upon a time, there was a princess who was the most beautiful child of the queen”

(suck on that, siblings)

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“Her mother had bought her queenship when she won the publishers clearing house sweepstakes”

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“So the princess grew up to bring great joy and happiness to the queen and all that she knew.”

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“Well, except when she didn’t get her sleep and then she was called Princess Grumpisocks…”

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“But now she knows that it is far worse to not sleep because the writer of Goldipam and the 3 Bears would tell her totally ridiculous bedtime stories if she didn’t sleep.”

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“And soon she was enjoying blissful sleep and lived (and slept) happily ever after.”

My mother, everyone, the originator of long distance mothering via text. STILL killing it from Alaska!

don’t worry, I got this…