I was so excited last night. I was in bed, IN BED by 8:15 and had the lights out, LIGHTS OUT by 9. I didn't even finish this week's People. I have to admit, I took a little teeny tiny, quarter of a Tylenol PM because I figured if I was in bed by 9 and I could sleep straight through until at least 7AM, I would be ready to run a marathon...or at least take care of the kids on a Saturday-with no plans-no nap-and no idea what to do.
Remember, lights out was at 9. At 10:10, I awoke to a shaking white dog on my back. It was storming and I had no clue so Dudley decided to seek comfort on me. Somehow, I managed to snuggle him into safety and fall back asleep. At 10:30, I felt another human climbing into bed. It was Sasha, "I didn't know it was going to storm, Mommy. It woke me up." And then, she was asleep, in bed, with me. At 11, the dogs started barking. It was Matt coming home. He left the house to "run to the grocery store" and ended up having a beer at the bar next to it. It conveniently started storming (and at this time of the year in Florida, it's not just a storm, it's a monsoon) while he was having his beer so he had to have another and some chips and dip. So, he came home at 11 and I was awakened, yet again.
All was well until 3:33 when Eliana woke up crying. She's teething. Molars. Two of them at the same time. 'Nuff said. Fortunately she fell back to sleep on her own and I started to drift off dreaming of at least a 7:30AM wake up.
5:45AM, it's still dark outside and Eliana starts crying again. Remembering back to the not so long ago 3:33, I am happily snoozing with the thought that she'll fall back to sleep on her own. No such luck! We were up at 6. Poor thing, she had a fever of 102 and she's been a bear since then.
The good news: IT'S ALMOST BEDTIME!!!!!!