As I mentioned in my posts recently, I haven’t been getting a lot of sleep. The baby has us up several times throughout the night. I think it’s taking its toll. Being a bit run down, I now have a cold. I can’t afford to be sick. There’s too much to be done. So, last night, I asked the nanny if she would take the overnight shift.
My husband and I were in bed by 10 o’clock. I was lying there reading the 2nd addition of the Hunger Games book series. Before I knew it, I fell asleep. At about 11 o’clock our 3-year-old came into our room. I had heard him coughing for most of the evening. Apparently, it woke him up and drove him into our room. We let him lie with us for a few minutes and then put him back into his own bed in his own room. After a couple of hours he came back into our room. This continued until finally, at 5 AM, I got out of bed with him.
The night that was intended to be the “catch up on sleep” night, turned out to be anything but that. After a couple of hours my husband came downstairs, around 7 AM. His hair a mess, his clothes half on, bags under his eyes. The 1st words out of his mouth were ”Why do our kids hate us?”. I couldn’t help but bust out laughing.