It is now 3:38 am. Remington has been rocked to sleep two more times, Paisley has been soothed of a bad dream about black widows living in our house, and Beck has joined the ranks of "everyone sleep on mom's floor" tonight. I think I may pass out from exhaustion... Slumber on Sleeping Beauty Stephen....
Bet you will never guess what I am doing... 3:48am.... Rock a bye baby, in the tree tops.... Mommy is going crazy, pacing in her socks. When a child wakes, she thinks she may lose it, hers eyes are so heavy, she might just throw a hissy fit..
Bet you will never guess what I am doing... 3:48am.... Rock a bye baby, in the tree tops.... Mommy is going crazy, pacing in her socks. When a child wakes, she thinks she may lose it, hers eyes are so heavy, she might just throw a hissy fit..
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I think about how well my husband must be sleeping when he is away on business trips. The last time he was gone, the kids did pretty well and Heath ended up sleeping on a cot in a warehouse with no heating. I didn't know if I should feel sorry for him or like it was payback for all the bad nights I have had. I feel your pain.
definite payback :)
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