Thursday Night

So Thursday night I had one of my crazy organizational moments of mine that drive Marcos crazy. I was rearranging furniture and organizing stuff until midnight. I finally talked myself into going to bed, knowing I had to go to work in the morning. Sure enough, the second my head hit the pillow, the baby started fussing. I went in to put his binkie in his mouth and turn his music back on and I couldn't find the dang binkie. It was under him. By the time I found it, he was awake so it took a bit to get him back to sleep. Next thing I know, Dylan is starting to stir so I tip-toe out of there. He comes into the room wanting a sippy cup or to lie by me or whatever and I walk him back into his room and tuck him in. A half hour later, I hear his foot steps and his little voice whisper, "Don't worry Mommy. I'm just going potty, okay?" So I wait for him to finish, help him put his diaper back on, and tuck him in again. Maybe a half hour later (around 1:30) I watch him walk into our bedroom with his blanket and pillow and lie down on the floor next to Marcos' side of the bed. I pick him up and take him back into bed. Ah, the sleep issues this kid has! I still have yet to fall asleep. Just before 2, I see a light flip on in the hall and can't figure out what's going on. I decide to ignore it and hope he'll go back to bed again. I can't tell if he's wanting my attention so I'm going the ignore him direction now. Five or ten minutes later, the light is still on and I hear a little tapping sound so I peak out my bedroom door. He's in the playroom with this little leap frog Money Match game. It's basically wooden coins and dollars and little cards that have grocery items on them. The cards say how much an item costs and then show you two or three ways to make that amount of money. So bananas are $.20 and you can buy them with two dimes or a dime, a nickel, and 5 pennies or a dime and 10 pennies. Something like that. He loves it. So it's now 2:00 a.m. and he's just buying things from the store, setting each wooden coin on the box to count out the right change for his purchases. I tell him it's night time and he needs to go to bed. He says, "Mommy, when's it going to be 7?" I respond, "In 5 hours. You need to go to bed." He knows he isn't supposed to get up until 7 now so he'll ask what time it is. So that was my night. I made the mistake of letting him take the toy into his room thinking he'd fall right asleep and I could just set it back on the ground. Twenty minutes later, I go in and he's got the game sitting on the edge of his firetruck bed, still matching the coins with the items. So I take the toy away, tell him to go back to bed and I go into my room. At that point I woke Marcos and told him it was his turn to help. Just in time for the baby to wake up again and not want to go to sleep. Marcos had been asleep since 9:30 or 10 so I figured it was time to disrupt him so I could get maybe 4 hours of sleep. What a nightmare. Needless to say, I had like 6 diet cokes at work on Friday. I was able to get through the day and got a ton of work done, but I was so exhausted and my body hurt from not sleeping enough. So there's that. Why doesn't my soon to be 4-year-old sleep? I have no idea. All I know is it's Marcos' fault. Marcos either sleeps and is completely out or he's awake and can't sleep. I could sleep in so late if it weren't for kids. I LOVE to stay up late and sleep in. I think that's the pre-kid thing I miss the most. I am determined to teach these kids to sleep through the night though and we'll get there at some point. I just hope it's sooner than later.