A Night in the Life

The kids would absolutely not sleep last night. I don't know why. We had our dinner. I made some hot chocolate because its DAMN cold outside. Maybe that was it?

Nice warm bath. *check*

Watched American Idol. *check*

Try not to feel guilty for choosing TV over books tonight. It is the new AI season after all! *check*

Brushed teeth. *check*

Combed hair. *check*

Put water in humidifier. *check*

Fill one sippy cup and one big girl cup with "ice cold water" (their favorite). *check*

Tucked them into their beds with their favorite "pink soft blankets". *check*

Turned on lullabies. *check*

Ok, so why, a 1/2 hour later, were they still out of their beds, the little one on the floor crying and the older one in the playroom digging through the stuffed animals?

Try not to lose temper. *check*

Tuck them back into beds. Again pull pink soft blankets up over their shoulders. *check and check*

Breathe a sigh after 10 minutes when they're both finally asleep. Aren't they so sweet when they're asleep? Stare at them, hug them, kiss them and touch their baby soft faces while they're sleeping. *check....*

Finally get myself all tucked into the middle of my big, comfy, king size bed with pillows creating a cocoon around me. Yay. I love this time of night.

Drift off into a deep sleep and begin a sexy soldier dream.

"Mommy?"

Argh! Too tired to fight it, I allow older child to cuddle on one side of the bed. Drift off again.

"Mommy?"

Ugh, what?

"I can't breathe."

Get up, look at clock that is thankfully telling me its only 2:40 a.m. Cool, still enough time to sleep more.

Try to open the green crusted nostrils of my little one's nose so that she can suck her thumb and go back to sleep. Attempt to get comfortable on the last 6 inches of my big, comfy king size bed; my pillow cocoon now dominated by the legs and arms of my two children stretched out like stars in the heavens. Little one flops back and forth, still snorting in her doze. I can't do this.

At 4:00 a.m., still awake, I decide that I need help and take a Calms Forte. Feeling defeated, I take the leftover crumbs of my pillow cocoon and drag myself into their room. Curl up in little one's bed amongst Mickey Mouse and various other stuffed toys and babies.

Thank God for the pink soft blanket. Sleep takes over and I attempt to find my way back to my sexy soldier dream. Ah, I love this time of night.

This morning, not so much.