But we are getting NO SLEEP around here and it is no one's fault, it is just circumstance conspiring against me and it is the pits. The first night, Geneva woke up at midnight and again at 6, which is awesome, but I'm nervous about her being in her own room so I was awake for a while after I put her back down, just to make sure she actually went back to sleep.
About eight seconds after I went to sleep, Eleanor woke up with a leaky diaper and a wet bed, so I had to strip her bed and change her and then listen to her talk excitedly to herself for another half hour about her MIDNIGHT ADVENTURES.
Then last night, Geneva was up at midnight, 3, and 6. Eleanor was up at 1:30 because she couldn't find Snuggles, and then again at 3:30 because of the thunder. I had to leave the hall light on and her door open before she'd go back to sleep. (In her defense, it was some loud-ass thunder.)
When Geneva woke up at 6, I was so deranged with tired that I brought her back to bed with me just so I could get another half hour. But Eleanor woke up at 6:10, and, unable to resist the allure of an open door, came out of her room to hammer on MY door.
It has been a tired day over here. I had both girls in bed by 7, and if I didn't absolutely have to shower tonight, I'd be right behind them. Wish us all luck for tonight, my friends.