the tease.

my better half left me today for san francisco.
technically, he should have left yesterday since he was operating until midnight.
six nights. just me.
days i can handle.  it's my job (and my life!)
but nighttime, oh nighttime, how i loathe thee.

two in ada's bed keeping each other company as i sit in hanna's room (please forgive me, she sleeps in my closet.  it is not a "real" room, but we had poor planning with this little girl) nursing her to sleep.  it isn't working.  i lay her in her bed with a kiss and a blankie.  fingers crossed.

i read several books to my ada and elias.  lots of kisses and whispers.  i wrap elias in his blankie, myno,  and put him down in his crib.  yes, he still sleeps in a crib.  we have tried to change this, but frankly, we ALL prefer it that way.  "BUT" he yells, and can't think of anything else to say.  finally he says "I NEED TO GO PEE PEE!" .  we trot to the bathroom and back to bed.  "BUT" he yells, but still can't think of another reason to stay awake.  "good night, sweet dreams, i'll see you in the morning" i say quickly and run from his room.  bounce, bounce, bounce.  now he is jumping in his bed.

i walk to ada's room.  she is all snuggled up.  i send her to the bathroom one last time.  we tell each other secrets (i always tell her she is my favorite.  they all are, aren't they?)   i thank her for picking up the toys downstairs and teaching elias how to do a puzzle this evening, even though he proceeded to throw the puzzle pieces all over the downstairs after she had cleaned.  i tuck her in.  "sleep tight, sweet dreams, i'll see you in the morning"  i whisper and she whispers back.

i tip toe downstairs.
silence.
i may or may not steal two sugar cookies and a nut brown ale (from reza's beer of the month club--thanks mom!)
i sit down on the couch.
sigh.
the day is done.
success.

tip toes, coming down the stairs.
ada.
back to bed.
i pass elias' room.  jumping hard.  crib is shaking.
i tuck ada in.
elias is calling for me.
i rub his back.
and run down to the couch to drink my beer before it is warm (the cookies were shoveled into my mouth when i heard ada!)
i sit down.
sigh.

tip toes.
again.
really?
and again.

now, the beer is warm.  hanna will be awake in two more hours if i am lucky, and hopefully no one will wet the bed.

sleep is so over rated.