I am tired. Tired, tired, tired. This has been a long week with appointments, two visits to Nana, Daughter Number Two’s paternal grandparents in town and general day to day craziness. Just to top things off nicely for the last two days Daughter Number Two has been boycotting her daytime sleep. As she is only just two years old, and doesn’t sleep exceptionally long hours at the best of times, skipping the nap turns her into into an overtired, cranky little person. She is usually an extremely pleasant easy going child, but sleep deprivation doesn’t help anyone.
Funny I should mention sleep deprivation because last night she decided sleeping at night was overrated as well. She went to sleep at 8pm. I went to sleep around midnight. She woke up at 1am, 2.20am, 6am and we were up at 7am. Daughter Number Two does not appear to be ill, she was well fed and watered. She was warmly dressed because she routinely kicks her covers off. I have no idea what is behind the moratorium on sleep.
On the plus side I have no nightmares to report. And it is Saturday- thank goodness for that!! No school, no appointments, no visits with Baby Daddy. I have been able to slide into the day gently. Sort of slump into the day really. I have eaten a comforting breakfast with lots of carbohydrates and a chocolate chaser. I have read all my favourite blogs. I have done numerous quizzes on Facebook. And now I’m here talking to you.
It is really cold and grey and miserable outside. It is perfect snuggling weather. Ideally I would be in bed, with a good book and the current person of interest, music playing softly in the background, toasty warm and comfy. I would read for a little bit, have some cuddles and disappear into a few tender kisses before letting my eyes drift shut and getting washed away on a wave of peaceful sleep. I would dream of bunnies and kittens and soft laughing babies and only stir briefly as the current person of interest snuggled in closer and held me tighter.
Instead the best I can hope for is that she finally exhausts herself enough to give in and sleep today, because if I don’t get a break at halftime I’m not sure where we will be by dinner time. Daughter Number Two has hit the ground running as usual and is currently very busy peeling off all the Dora stickers Baby Daddy put on her play equipment for her yesterday. This was inevitable. I am not fighting it. I am saving my strength for the big sleep battle of 2009.