Evesdropping Tires A Person Out

Last Thursday evening several women met at my house for Bible Study. I told Ms. Crazy Preschooler she could sleep in my room in the attic for a special treat, but she had to promise to stay up there while the company was chatting away down in the living room. I tucked her in my bed with a basket of books, some other quiet toys to keep her company, and told her if she REALLY couldn’t fall asleep she could quietly play with her dollhouse for a little bit. All through Bible Study I could hear her evesdropping. Her little feet would pitter patter across the ceiling of the living room, and every once in a while I’d hear her traipse partway down the stairs, but for her part, she did not interupt at all. This is where I found her as everyone was leaving, curled up on the top step of the staircase, fast asleep.