Insomniac

Not me.

Her.


This little darling that should have been worn out after our trip to the playground yesterday instead fought her nap hard. Then, when she finally did fall asleep, I had to wake her up so she would be tired for bedtime.

No dice. She fell asleep ok (aided by Benadryl, because she was eaten alive by buggies at the playground) but woke up shortly before I went to bed.

And stayed up.

I lost count of how many times Daddy or I put her back in her bed. She would wander out into the hallway or halfway down the stairs, just wanting to hang out. After I went to bed, I put the gate up in the hall, to keep her from falling down the steps or getting into things. But the next time she woke me up, I found her in the bathroom, opening drawers and banging her toothbrush on the counter. Thankfully all the medicines and cleaners were under the sink behind a child-proof lock, but it was still alarming to see her just chilling there, for who knows how long.

So, even though I knew it could be a problem for Big Sis if she had to get up to pee in the night, I put the gate on the bedroom door. And I told Little Sister that if she kept getting out of bed, I would have to put her to sleep in her crib (which we still haven't taken down, because who has had time?!) . We fussed at her. We rocked her and rubbed her hair. We re-tucked her in under her many blankets, and then we threatened to take those blankets away when they became distractions. We listened to her playing with the singing Tad doll in her bed around 3AM. Finally, at around 4:30, all was quiet.

Until Big Sister woke up, climbed over the gate and wandered into our room at 7:15. She slept through the whole thing, woke up feeling wonderfully rested and wondered who would get her some cereal.

Yawn.