November 4, 2012
I am thankful for coffee.
I have know idea how I would have survived a princess birthday party this afternoon, if it weren’t for the three cups of strong black coffee I had this morning.
While most Americans were gaining an extra hour of sleep, thanks to Daylight Savings. My kids had other plans in mind for me when they went to sleep last night. It’s probably all my doing since we ran them all over yesterday, and by the time we got home, it was straight to bed from the car.
Last night consisted of both kids crying for, “Mamaaaaaaaa,” just about every half hour.
My husband and I still don’t see eye to eye on how, or whether or not to respond to the nighttime tantrums. He’s all for letting them cry it out. I on the other hand, just can’t lay in bed knowing there could be something I could do. Needless to say, no one in the house got very much sleep either way. It finally culminated to a midnight throw up in bed session by my dear daughter and a pee through his diaper session by my dear son. After all vomit, sheets, and diapers were cleaned, we managed to finish the last two hours of the night with little Missy wedged between us in our bed.
And of course, once morning came, Father Time forgot to let the kids know about Daylight Savings. So while the rest of the country slept in their cozy beds for an extra hour, I finished a load of laundry, organized the kid’s play room, and scrubbed the bathtub and toilet in the kid’s bathroom; all thanks to three very strong, very tasty cups of coffee.