Earlier this week, E had a terrible night. It took at least ninety minutes and a thousand tuck-ins before she finally fell asleep. But the trouble didn't stop there. She decided to start her day at 2:30 AM for no apparent reason except to frustrate me. We tried everything (except Benadryl -- next time she's getting Benadryl, even if it is 4:00 AM) to ensure our little lady got her beauty rest, but nothing worked. Finally, Steve gave up on our insomniac and just went to work at 5:00, so I tried her in our bed again. An hour later my alarm blared, signaling that it was time to rise and shine.
E sat straight up in bed and with a smile on her face and said, "I'm awake!"
I replied with an uncheerful, "Ya, I know."
She responded in a matter-of-fact tone, "It's gonna be a long day."
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