It started out a little hectic, as I ended up sleeping in Dell Harper's bed after her third frantic wake up. All conveniently timed to NOT coincide with Deed's feedings, but instead with the top of my sleep cycles. Morgan helps, but she is in a stage where she only wants Mama in the middle of the night. So I gave up at 5 AM and crawled into her bed- which is superbly comfortable. Morgan woke us at 7:30 with a hungry Deeds. I managed to get everyone dressed and fed (thank goodness for granola bars), bade Morgan goodbye as he headed out of town for work, and greeted Deeds' babysitter.
Barely running late for school, I loaded DH in the car and was greeted with the news that I had "0" miles to empty. Gas station. Yuck. I hate getting gas. I am a child.
On the car ride I hear about how her best friend fell on the playground and had a big boo boo and got band aids. Big day for PS1.
Nap time for kiddos. I want to take one myself, but instead refuel with a brownie and a diet coke, otherwise known as the food of the gods. This is a risky move, since Deeds has a an aversion to my chocolate consumption, but a seven page performance agreement and little sleep call for desperate measures.
A couple hours later everyone wakes up. This ensues.
Morgan is stuck in out of town until late, so I ride out the witching hour solo. Order is restored with the help of the Frozen soundtrack and making videos with my cell phone. Whew.
After I feed, swaddle and put Deeds to bed, I begin the bedtime negotiations with Miss Priss. Her lawyering skills exceed my own.
After pjs are forcibly applied, we lay on the floor and read books. She knows I am an easy target for excessive book reading, so delays bed with that tactic. Then demands for hand holding, back rubbing, two more songs, one more book, and crawling out of bed. Finally I get her calmed down and firmly exit.
Here is my awful confession of the day. I go to feed Buddy his dinner and remember I was supposed to pick up more of his fancy allergen free dog food from the vet. He has about a third of his normal dinner left. I scrape that together, then feed him 2 bananas, which are his favorite, and not bad for dogs. I looked it up.
Sorry Buddy. This is what happens when your mama has 2 hours of sleep, and your dad is out of town.
It never hurts to be optimistic, right? I'm sure Sisyphus said the same thing.