ZZZ...

You know it's been a rough night when I reach for this coffee cup in the morning. It's 2 times the size of a normal mug, and this morning I drank 2 of them before 10 a.m. Yes, it was that bad. I'm used to Avery giving me a hard time at night--she's a baby, my babies don't sleep, I've learned to live with that. Last night, though, Kate jumped in on the action.

I had just snuggled into bed and closed my eyes when I heard Kate screaming on the monitor. Of course she was calling for mommy, so Josh pushed me out of bed to deal with her. It took me about 20 minutes to get her settled, and I had just closed her door when Avery started fussing. Got her down in about 10 minutes and snuggled up in bed again. About an hour later, I wake up because I think I hear Kate screaming. The monitor is quiet though, so I close my eyes again. Wait a minute, that really is Kate, why isn't the monitor working? I realize in my sleeply stupor, I must've turned it off when she started yelling.

This time, I make Josh go to her. He hasn't even been gone for 2 minutes when Avery starts in again. I stumble to her room, nearly killing myself on the computer cord that is stretched across the hallway, curse at our lack of a computer desk, and attempt to put her back to sleep. Not happening. I bring her to bed with me, where she proceeds to grunt and whimper all.night.long. I swear, the child never got into a deep sleep. Somewhere along the way, Josh came back in, saw Avery on the bed, and retreated to the couch. Smart, lucky man! Oh well, at least Bailey (the dog) got a good night's rest...


It's a good thing the kid is cute, otherwise, I'd have sold her to the gypsies by now!