Lilo and Stich are old enough to play together in the living room, which is childproofed, while I snooze. But do they? No. Hell, no.
Spock is still asleep. I could also be asleep. But Lilo and Stitch cannot really enjoy themselves without fighting if they know my eyes are closed. They also cannot potty without getting into a loud argument about correct toilet paper usage, but this only happens if they know I’m off in the land of nod. Moreover, they both develop these high-pitched whines, special whines used only when I’m trying to catch a few winks, that sound like some unholy combination of a wasp and space invader has entered my home. Not so much with the sleeping through that.
Now that I am awake, and bitter about it I might add, are they fighting or whining or arguing about how many squares of toilet paper constitute the limit of ass-wiping needs? No. They are not. They are ignoring me. Playing quietly. Secure in the knowledge that Mommy was saved from getting ‘too much’ sleep.
Like guards in a POW camp, they know that if they keep me tired, it will easier to break me later.