January 11, 2006

Sleepless in Ohio

Remember the last thing I said in my last post yesterday? "I'm goin' to bed!" Well, I had forgotten that a new episode of Dirty Jobs was going to be on last night, so I went to bed around 9:30, right after I watched Mike Rowe work with the marble in Colorado. It was pretty cool.

Anyway, my blissful slumber was cut short when, at 2:45, I heard Daughter wimpering. I fumbled and found my glasses and then stumbled out to the living room to find Daughter huddled on the end of the couch sleeping. I gathered her, her "bwanket," and her four, yes four, beanie baby lovies, and took her back to her bed, where she promptly fell back to sleep.

Then at 6:00 a.m. she was at my bedside. Dammit, I thought, as I moved over and she crawled in beside me. I'd had a hard time falling back to sleep earlier, and I'd had to get up again to take some Tylenol for a pounding headache, and here was Daughter, fidgeting and smelling of overly wet diaper. Daughter managed to relax for about a half hour before she jumped out of my bed.

Okay, I changed her soggy diaper and figured I'd just get the day started. As I'm washing my hands in the kitchen, Son gets up. "Damn it to hell!!!" I said. (I'm not to tactful or nurturing when I'm so feckin' tired.)

My point, and I do have one, is this: Daughter has been doing this stuff for the past month, at least, and I can't figure out why. She isn't sick, we haven't deviated from her bedtime routine...frankly I'm worn out. Daughter, on the other hand, isn't the worse for wear, so should I worry?