Pixies, I think my husband and toddler were conspiring against me last night. Here's how the night went down:
10:30: Mr. Q and I went to sleep.
2am: E shouts, "Mommy! All done!" Wha? (Silence after that. Of course it took me a bit to fall back to sleep.)
3:30: E shouts "Mom! Oh no!" She goes back to sleep. I start worrying that she's going to wake up for good at 5am.
3:30-4:18: Mr. Q, still recovering from last week's cold, snores loudly, while I try to sleep, still worried that E will awake again soon.
4:18: I try to check the time and drop my Kleenex box. Mr. Q wakes up. I make him blow his nose. We both fall asleep.
5:20: Mr. Q accidentally rolls on top of me, waking me up. He heads to the couch to get the last 40 minutes of sleep, to let me get a little more sleep.
6:30: E wakes up for good.
All the caffeine, please.
How are you all, this week?