daylight savings

so, yesterday baby girl decided to opt out of nap time, which i thought would aid in adjusting to daylight savings...wrong! thanks to a runny nose and over exhaustion , someone was too cranky at dinner to eat. we spooned in a few bites of applesauce and put her to bed without dinner and a bath. i'll give you one guess what happened next...

well, first of all, i had the most difficult time getting comfortable and falling asleep. i probably got up to pee about seven times, thanks to the little girl in my belly. the last time i checked the clock, i think we were nearing 3 am. normally, this wouldn't be too damaging to my morning, since baby girl typically wakes up sometime between 8 and 9. last night, however, some barky little voice called out for momma to rescue her around 4am. "hungwy." yeah, that no dinner thing came back to haunt me.

despite her requests for milk and cereal, i gave her a strawberry granola bar in OUR bed. i did not feel like dealing with that mess all over the kitchen and baby girl's pajamas as i waddled around like a zombie. of course, someone also decided they couldn't sit up on top of the covers (that i could easily shake out) and eat the granola bar. no, she had to lie down under the covers in the middle of the bed next to daddy.

when she was finished, she begged for milk and cereal anyways, despite my best efforts to dodge that bullet. i compromised with dry cereal in a bowl, but my deal was not good enough. so i picked up a screaming little girl and put her back in her bed, unplugged the loud humidifier, which probably woke her up in the first place, and went back to bed, where another grouch was waiting for me...top gun soon rolled over into a chunk of sticky granola bar that had somehow made it to his side of the bed. before i could do anything about it, he threw back the covers and grumbled, "i'm going to sleep on the couch!"

i brushed what crumbs i could out of my side and passed out. we all slept in until sometime around 11 this morning. i guess this was God's way of sending me through a newborn boot camp before we bring home another little person who is going to torture me with restless nights. stupid daylight savings.