Well last night really put its money where its mouth was ... she did her regular 11:30 wake up (or as we call it around here - the-within-15-mins-of-mommy-hitting-rem-stage-wakeup), and then the regular 3am wakeup. Then I'm usually good to sleep until 7am. Except not last night. Looked like she was going back to sleep, but then a half hour later, she's crying again. And rinse and repeat. And rinse and repeat. And...well, you get the picture.
Fast-forward to 6am and it's quite obvious that she's not going to sleep. So up we get. And I feed her breakfast. And I shuffle around like a zombie. Until 8:30 when she starts throwing random toys and magnets (why magnets? who knows) at me, at her stuffed animal friends, over the baby gate. Just throwing. Aggressive little beast.
So I'm like, hey - wanna go for a nap dude? She's like, duh.
I throw on some Bob, she goes down like a dream. And it's what? Noon? Still sleeping.
Me? Oh, I've done a bunch of work, a bunch of housework and am fighting sleep. Because I know the minute I close my eyes and blissfully drift off? That's when she'll wake up. And that my friends, is just not worth it.
Or is it that I just don't want to give her the satisfaction?
PS - happy Friday! Hope you all have a good weekend - we're getting our roof fixed, having friends over for dinner, getting Maddie's pic w/ Santa, putting up the xmas lights and grocery shopping - but probably not all in that order...