Mistake: Sleep

I'm not the peacefulest sleeper even in the best of times, but I gave in to F last night and let her sleep in our bed.

She kicked, rolled, moaned and at one point woke up, sat up, and said in her sleep-sitting state: "Where are you, Daddy?"

So, Day 2 of Daddy/Daughter Week means she is back in her own bed. Tough nooks.

Dairy Queem

Me: Small Thin Mint Blizzard
F: Baby dipped chocolate cone
Mom:  None

Napping

A Siesta.  If F doesn't get a nap every day about 3:30 to 4:00, she is cranky, short, bitchy, not funny, and basically a pill to be with.  But if she sleeps too long, then she is awake until 11pm and is a struggle to get her to go through the bedtime routine.

When she sleeps, I want to sleep.  But if I sleep, then I'm awake until Midnight+ and super grouchy all the next day (no challenge).

So, while her naptime used to be a time to get things done uniterrupted, now its a battle between sleep urges, and timing her arisal so she can get sleepy before actual bedtime.

Nonsense.

Great. Another Timesuck

OK. I gave in an started a blog. How very 2008 of me.

But really, I got a lot of strands in the ole Duders head and got stuff to get out to the people.

Not that no one cares, but hey, I can imagine that they do.

Who is they?