Wiggly girl = Tired Mama

Miss E decided that last night was a party night!

Well, let me back up to an event earlier in the evening.

One of the ladies at church, Jessica, came up to me after the activities were done. While Miss E was with the kids, she got ahold of a sugar cookie. When the Jessica noticed, she asked our big girls if we let Miss E have cookies. The girls said that she has had a cupcake and that is it. So, Jessica took as much of the cookie away as she could. But Miss E still had a few bites.

Now, I don't have a problem with a little sweet now and then, but I don't think an almost 14 month old needs soda and cookies on a regular basis.

Fast forward to 10 pm. I settle down in bed and begin the nightly journey of attempting to go to sleep in a reasonable amount of time.

10:45 pm. Miss A starts whimpering. She needs to go to the bathroom, but she isn't awake enough to really remember that she needs to get out of bed to go. I help her to the bathroom, but she is almost completely disoriented. 15 minutes later both of us are back in bed.

About 11:15, Michael turns off his computer and we both settle in. A few minutes later Miss E starts fussing. I decide to let her fuss for a little while to see if she will go back to sleep.

11:30pm. I get up because it has gone from fussing to full blown screaming. I sit with her in a chair in the living room. She wiggles and squirms in my lap. I try to doze, but her movements keep me awake. I finally decide to put her back in bed. It has only been about 20 minutes. She fusses but I think she is going to settle.

Midnight. The fussing continues and I realize that Michael is awake because of it. I get up again. Same chair, more wiggling and squirming. At least she is quiet. I drift in and out of sleep. Each time I look at her, she turns those big eyes toward my face.

Finally, I wake from dozing realizing that her squirming has stopped and she is sweating all over my arm. I gently stand up and walk to her room. I place her quietly in her crib, hold my breath and tiptoe away. I make it to my bedroom door before the fussing starts again. This time it is over quickly. I lay down and sigh. Maybe, just maybe, she will sleep.

I roll over. It is 2:30 am.

5:30 am. Time to get up and start the day. Miss E is already moving around in her crib and fussing for someone to come pick her up.