Annabel has been pseudo-awake since 5:00. (We put her down just before 9:00, but she didn't sleep until nearly midnight, at which point we went to bed.) I fell asleep around 12:30, woke up at 5:00. I just now got up with Annabel because she was making enough noise to disturb Dylan, and tonight it's my turn.

More sleep won't be happening for me because I have to leave the house at 8:00 for choir. I'm still not properly over the cold I got over two weeks ago because first my cough and now Annabel's sleeplessness haven't been letting me get a good night's sleep.

Something's gotta give soon.

Catch up with Bitches
Then dismantle Halloween
Waiting for Wilma

Mattress out
on the boulevard
now got wet.

Poor Susan and dw. I remember the sleep deprivation days well. I guess these years are a reprieve until I get to not sleep while waiting for the kids to come home from teen partying.

We put her down just before 9:00, but she didn't sleep until nearly midnight, at which point we went to bed

Ack, Susan. She played in the crib for that long without falling asleep?

One thing I found was that whenever the boys were going through a growth spurt, or about to face some developmental milestone, their sleep patterns always got screwed up. Hopefully it'll pass soon.

I have no haiku this morning. I do have tea, though.

The park gates are open, so we should be able to go to the theater this afternoon as planned. The Delray Playhouse is located in a public park and they said the show would go on if the city opened the gate this morning.

Taking the kids and MIL to see The Odd Couple. It should be a nice break from hurricane prep.

Ack, Susan. She played in the crib for that long without falling asleep?

Yep. Played, with intermittent fussing.

When she wakes in the wee hours of the morning like this, she usually falls asleep by 7:00 or 7:30 and sleeps till 10:00 or later. I wonder if we should start waking her around 8:00 or 8:30 to try to force her back to a more reasonable sleep schedule.

I wish I could think this was an incipient developmental milestone like, oh, say, speech, but I think what set this off was staying out two hours past her bedtime at the ER on Wednesday because neither of us had ever seen nursemaid's elbow before.

All I know is that I'm exhausted, I'm sick, I'm sick of being sick, my crankiness is turning into bitchiness, and the thought of enduring a full day of choir and groceries and that pile of laundry waiting on the couch and trying to stay on my editing pace makes me miserable.

All I know is that I'm exhausted, I'm sick, I'm sick of being sick

Sounds like you need a day off, sweetie. Can you skip choir? If not, can you skip everything else and take a nap when she does later?

I don't know if one night of being up late would throw her off so many days later, but you never know. Kids and sleep are an eternal mystery to me.

Too much baby talk?
Are Bitches lacking hipness?
“Mom” is the new black.

I am spending the hurricane with Marc and the Mary Sue.

She made us all Hurricane Kits that are cute, sleek, compact, and decorated with stickers. To which I went 'Awww' decided that Gwen wasn't too bad. Of course, when she saw I brought my two rabbits with me, she said something along the lines of, "It's so sweet of you to bring livestock so we can have fresh meat without opening the freezer."

I then seriously considered locking her out of the apartment and leaving her to Wilma's chubby wrath, but of course, Marc saw it comming so he locked me in the spare guest room with the bunnies. For my own good. I suppose breaking fast during Ramadan to feast on the flesh of a blond demon would be morally incorrect.