In an attempt to get Olivia back to her old sleep schedule I forewent her midday nap yesterday; she was a crabby beast (or, as my friend Jack says, a snappy turtle) all afternoon and began search-and-destroy around dinner time. We put her exhausted self down at 7PM last night and she went right to sleep -- for an hour. Then scampered out of her crib and into the living room, all smiles and waving hands, primed to watch a few episodes of NCIS with Mom and Dad.
A few more rounds of putting her back in her crib and then finally, exhausted Mom and Dad, gave up and tucked her in with us. After a few hours of somersaults she peed in the bed and I gave up and went to lie down in Olivia's room. Then at around 4:30AM Aaron's alarm went off on his phone. He woke up just long enough to shut it off, but I was jolted awake, so here I sit worrying and writing. My kingdom for 10 hours of uninterrupted sleep.
I'd read somewhere that if you truly knew someone else's problems you'd want your own back in a hurry. I had lunch yesterday with a dear friend of mine, she's single and still navigating the dating scene, and I thought later "trade you financial crisis, back spasms and not enough sleep for a few unreturned phone calls from a guy you recently met." Takers? Anyone?
Probably time to go to mass and check in with the rest of the congregation. It's where I get a sharp reminder that we are healthy, me and my loved ones, and the rest is all gravy.
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