Every night, at three AM, the following happens:
* My husband wakes up.
* He witnesses a car drive up our road, which is really more like a driveway we share with two other houses. A few minutes later, the car drives down the driveway again and goes away.
* Little Z cries out in the night, waking me up- although I have been half awake since the car drove by.
* I go to comfort Little Z, and she asks me to cover her with her blanket. I do.
* We all go back to sleep, except maybe for the person driving the car.
This has been going on for I don't know how long. Maybe a week. I sometimes don't remember getting up in the night. (I do things in my sleep.) Anyway, tonight I put Little Z in her footie pyjamas with two blankets, and I hope to no longer be a part of this nonsense! Although it would be exciting to see the car again...
You see how life is in the country. A car drives by, and it's worth a blog entry!