Then on Monday night, she woke at 1:51 and stayed in my bed all night long and slept on my face like a damn cat. Tuesday was rough, but I was still riding high on Sunday's full night's sleep (the first one in over a damn YEAR).
Then last night, she woke at 1:21 and repeated the whole face sleeping, head kicking deal except for an added twist, she was up for the day at 4:45. WHYYYYYYYYYYYY?
So today, I looked like this, washed up and totally strung out:
Some quality MOTY action.
She can ride this car and steer. V. dangerous.
Then we went to Little Gym-- Cooper's class so Dorothy hung out in the Ergo even though she would have rather played balls. Cooper's speech therapist came by class to watch him interact with his peers (which he doesn't do, really), and we went home where I frantically cleaned 3 bedrooms and 3 bathrooms and dusted the upstairs and put my third and final load of laundry in the dryer and fed the babies lunch as fast as I could so when nap time came, I could partake. I also made a batch of cookie dough and stuck it in the fridge for classic after school snack material.
We all 3 passed out, the babies at 11:30 and my by 12:45. But the Fed Ex guy rang the doorbell and woke me up at 1:30. I took it as a sign that I needed to finish making cookies.
At 2, Cooper woke up and snagged the mixing bowl off the counter so he could eat some dough. He and I share a fierce love of cookie dough, eggs be damned.
Speaking of destruction: THEY TRASHED THE KITCHEN