Last night was the worst night in, well, ever. Nik is out of town and I was still up working on a deadline for my certification program at 12:20 when I heard small whoops and giggling coming from Oliver's room. I called to him a few times to go back to sleep, somehow thinking this might work. It didn't. By 12:40 I moved him into my room, gave him two benedryl tablets, shut down the computer and climbed into bed with him. Around 1:00 I heard his tummy rumbling so we moved into the kitchen where I made him a quick bowl of oatmeal. 3am, another dose of melatonin. 5:20, another dose of benedryl. 6am, sleep. 7am, Sami awakens, I beg him to go back to sleep. No dice. 7:45, I call my neighbor and am silently thankful when she answers the phone cheerfully wide awake. 10:15, I wake up, call and cancel appointments for the day. 10:45, Oliver wakes up, we retrieve Sami from neighbors house and start our day.
Tonight has got to be better.
That is all.
Update: 10:10pm, I sit here at my computer trying to finish this damn assignment and listening to the sounds of wakefulness from the next room.