Minor child dilemma...Matilda missed the sleep train right around her usual naptime, and has instead been puttering around and whining and being a general still-adorable but wearying fussbudget all afternoon. A few minutes ago she begged me for a bagel with cream cheese. I went into the kitchen to get it, and in the time it took me to cut the bagel in half and pop it in the toaster she had collapsed into utter zombified unconsciousness.
On the one hand, if she went down that hard, that fast, she really needs it. On the other, if I let her sleep more than half an hour, 45 minutes tops, it will completely fuck with bedtime and no one will get to sleep before midnight. Argh. Whyfore the fighting off the nap until just now, tiny obstreperous human, why?
Also, Ginger, Hec isn't ignoring you, he's off at one last Little League practice.