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The Dark Rings Under My Eyes

10:30 p.m.

Everybody in bed. 
I go to my reading spot. I read.

10:45 p.m.

Crave cookies. 
Open mix, bake cookies. 
Read more. 
Eat a cookie

12:00 a.m.

I yawn. I really should stop. 
Eat another cookie

12:30 a.m.

Get to stopping point. 
Close book. Hear footsteps.
5 year old has to poo. 
Then he needs a drink of water. 
Can he have a cookie? 
He talks and talks and talks. 
Resume reading.

1:30 a.m.

5 year old goes to sleep. 
Get to stopping point in book.

2:00 a.m.

Carry 5 year old to bed. 
Eat another cookie. 
Return to reading spot to turn off light. 
Find 12 year old girl with big brown eyes looking at me. 
She can't sleep.

Sigh.

Follow 12 year old down to room to help her get to sleep. 

2:10, 2:15, 2:30, 2:36

Cat walks around daughter's room and meows, sharpens her claws on easel, runs away when I stand up.

2:45 a.m.

Throw cat outside
Eat another cookie

3:00 a.m.

Sneak back upstairs. 
Eat another cookie

3:05 a.m.

Brush teeth
Climb in bed fully clothed.

6:45

Open one eye.
15 year old standing by bed.
She has band practice.
I'm already dressed.

Good foresight.

Comments

  1. RiahliJune 25, 2010 at 7:04 AM

    Oh man do I know these nights all too well!!

    Great foresight, and just plain good time management!! Ha, ha! :p

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  2. M-CatJune 25, 2010 at 9:18 AM

    I'm exhausted just reading about all this middle of the night stuff.

    How do you possibly do it? : )

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  3. AmyJune 25, 2010 at 9:23 AM

    How do you stay so cute and slim with all that midnight snacking?

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  4. CountessLaurieJune 25, 2010 at 11:53 AM

    Oh my! Find a new reading spot. Then they won't be able to find you :-)

    Hopefully you get some shut eye tonight!

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  5. KayeJune 27, 2010 at 6:49 AM

    Don't you just love cookies. . . and someone should talk to that crazy band director about 7AM practices. . .

    ReplyDelete

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