I'm going to complain for a minute here. Shocking, I know.
Over the weekend I didn't sleep very well & I was exhausted. Monday night I took a whole Unisom and was semi-comatose for a good 12 hours. Next time, a half will suffice.
Last night I was looking forward to a normal night's sleep. Why do I even try?
12:00 A travel alarm clock the kids pretend is a flip phone was beeping. I was the only one who woke up and had to dig for it in their room in the dark. It took me probably half an hour to go back to sleep.
2:30 Aubrey woke up with a bad dream. Rather than just come into our room, she laid in her bed yelling for Daddy.
3:00 Lydia started crying in her sleep. Since Tim was holding Aubrey, I went to check on her. She was on the floor all tangled in her blankets. I put her back in her bed and went back to mine.
3:37 A phone beeped. I thought it was Tim's saying he had a new text. I was ticked! Turns out it was my piece of crap phone alerting me to a "new" voice mail. It was left January 21st. Thanks for the notice!
Now I was wide awake! I watched the first half of the Princess Bride and decided that wasn't helping me fall back to sleep. I switched over to a PBS special about the Shakers and finally went back to sleep around 5:00.
Some people hate mornings. I hate nights.