Rough night = rough morning

I have no idea why last night was so tough. She was totally worn out after a fun day. She didn't fuss at bedtime with our normal routine.

But between 8:00 and midnight she came out of her room no less than 6 times. And I don't think she slept at all when she was in her room. I don't know why.

First it was the dark. Then it was the little boy running around upstairs. Then she was thirsty. Then her toe had a boo-boo. Then we couldn't find Suitcase Baby (whom she had put to bed in her fort). Then her tummy hurt.

At 5:00am she crawled in bed with me. Declared she was awake. Asked for breakfast and wanted to watch TV. I said no. So both of us just laid in bed, pretending to sleep until my alarm went off an hour later.

We were both cranky, grumpy, and not happy. Happy Monday.

Ellie had two timeouts this morning. She threw a tantrum when she learned I hadn't put a special treat in her lunchbox. She wanted nothin to do with going to school...

Ugh.


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