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.

Skipping choir is always an option, but between sickness and scheduling conflicts it's been over a month since I've sung, so I really want to go.

As for the rest, well, part of it depends on whether Dylan is getting enough sleep right now to make up for being even more sleep-deprived last night than I am now. Maybe I can skip a day of editing. I've got 14 chapters to go, so on my current chapter per day schedule I'm on track to finish well before my self-imposed 11/15 deadline. I'm just stubborn and hate to lose my rhythm.

Of course, I'll feel more human once I have breakfast and a shower, both of which I'm holding off on in hopes that Miss Quiet-but-Awake next to me in the playpen will drop off first.

I'm sorry Almare, but I think that's funny. Of course, I joke about roasted, stuffed baby now and again. So, can't go by me.

Timelies. I was hoping to sleep in, but Aidan started kicking his crib. He's playing with a new toy vw sent him... it's very noisy, but it keeps him from attacking me while I finish a cup of coffee, so it's a good trade-off.

edit: obviously not awake. Adding proper sentence structure, or as much as I can see right now.

Wow, we're a slow moving thread.

Timelies everyone!

It's gray and cold here in Illinois. My radiators in the bedroom and bathroom are both running.

I suppose breaking fast during Ramadan to feast on the flesh of a blond demon would be morally incorrect.

I'm no mullah, but I think Allah might just make an exception in this case.