Technically, I got nine hours of sleep last night. Nine hours. NINE. If you don’t count the fact that I was awakened 5 times by the same girl for the same thing.
A drink of water.
I had given her a drink before she went to bed, so I didn’t see what the deal was. I tried ignoring her so she’d go back to sleep (I’m such a good mom), but I started having dreams about an animal whimpering in pain. I’d open my eyes to realize it was my daughter, whimpering for attention.

The fourth time I got up, I made sure she knew that I WAS NOT getting up again.
So she hopped in bed with me. She brought her pillow and blanket with her, and had a hard time getting comfortable. She adjusted.


So I threw her out. I didn’t literally throw her out. I just ordered her out of my bed and out of my room. I mean, at that point it was 2 AM! I had been in bed for four hours and had been woken up 5 times!

Last night: I had just put the kids to bed and my husband and I were watching some comedy TV before turning in. We kept the volume turned down, but my son still wanted to join in the fun. He wandered into the living room.
“I waked up,” he said, rubbing his eyes.
“Go back to bed,” I cooed.
“I alweady did,” he shrugged. The “technically” was implied.
Bedtime? Check. Don’t need to do that again.

So I did sleep last night, but it doesn’t feel like it. I need something to jump start my day -something to make me feel awake. Because at this point, all I really want is for someone to tell me to go back to my own bed.
I might as well soak in the tub while I can.
The childrens are still sleeping -the lucky ducks.

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