Last night I slept with Nathan. In his twin-sized bed. All night. With cats meandering in and out. Sleep is not exactly the right word, considering I was kicked, elbowed, and whacked many times during the night. When Nathan heard Joe's alarm clock the night was over. At 6:25. I got out of bed, feeling abused and more tired than when I first attempted bed last night.
Keira has been going to bed around 7 or 7:30 in the evening, and sleeping nearly around the clock. She is limited to a strict 2 1/2 hour nap during the week. Not because I don't want her to sleep more, but I have to go to this thing called a job. Today, my little songbird of happiness was awake around 7:15. When we got home at noon, it was nap time. Or not. She fussed, whined and sobbed for nearly an hour (moms have to take a shower sometime!). I checked her diaper (clean) and put her back in the bed. She had eaten well this morning so I didn't count on hunger being an issue. Twenty minutes later I found myself going back up the stairs to retrieve the little miss. She picked at her food, but did drink all of her milk. Afterwards, I take her up the stairs, change her diaper, and put her to bed. I am not even down the hallway when I hear her screaming again. What is going on?! Anyway, she finally fell asleep about 1:45. We leave here for school/work at 2:40.
In an ideal world, I would put both children down for a nap (or at least mandatory rest/quiet time) and I would then crawl into my bed for a nap as well. But alas, I live in reality and this just isn't going to happen. Guess it will be early to bed for me tonight!