After an exciting!night! full of small visitors to the side of my bed…

…11:45 nursing request from the girl (ha! no really! why is it that every midnight pee has to turn into a debate over this–she’s been nightweaned for almost TWO YEARS!). I had actually been sleeping and was so comfortable. Sigh.

…1:45 nursing request from the boy (granted), followed by wiggling and general harassment to my pillow and person. Attempts to replace boy to his bed rejected. Loudly. Cough/cold + 30 min of screaming = hoarse.  Sore throat? Possibly? Tylenol administered. Finally consented to lie down with Abba. Sleeping regained after 3 am.

…5:00 the boy returns. Nurses and falls into a deep sleep.

…6:20 the girl returns. Nurses for one minute and is threatened with the loss of Curious George viewing after school if she wakes the boy.

…7:30 while in the shower, I explain to Taxman that really, if we manage to live through the next couple of years–and come through with everyone’s psyche and physical being intact–we really might consider not doing this again.

* This is the religious way of saying you can’t hold me to anything–it’s not a promise. Just a deep thought.