At this moment

it is 9:25 pm.

Zoe is still awake, talking in her bed. Her bedtime is 7:30.

I am well aware of the math going on here.

Audrey just barely went back to sleep after screaming her little head off. We reattached said head before putting her back to bed.

I’m really tired.

I’m having flashbacks to when I was little and couldn’t sleep, and would be awake past the time my mom would turn off the bathroom light- which meant she and dad were going to sleep. That’s when I knew it was incredibly late and I would never get to sleep. Those nights sucked.

I’m having difficulty justifying going to bed while Z is still awake.

I’m having secondary flashbacks to the night when Z was probably a little over a year old and she stayed up until 5 in the morning. I finally just got her out of her crib and let her play in her room while I laid on the futon in her room. I remember a moment at about 3 in the morning, when I was long past tears and she came up to where I was laying and just laughed and laughed, and I momentarily wondered if, in fact, she was evil. (It was 3 in the morning. I think that very brief thought is completely justifiable at that time in the morning.)

I think I need to grab some sleep while I can.

Goodnight everybody, wish me luck. Forget that, wish Zoe luck. 🙂

PS. I should add, that to her immense credit, she has stayed in her bed this whole time unless I’ve told her she could get out. (She got out because we had to trim a hangnail on her toe, and she needed to eat a piece of bread and then brush her teeth.) She’s been fantastic about staying in her bed, apparently the threat that we would turn her big girl bed back into a crib was threat enough. 🙂

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