it's 7:25 in the evening and my eyelids, they are a-droopin'

Such is the unending glamour of my life.

My baby decided this week that 7:00pm would be her new bedtime (as opposed to 8:00pm), and to make up for it, she would enact an afternoon nap embargo.

I appreciate her ability to make independent decisions and stick to her guns, but I do wish I'd been consulted in the process. Being that, you know - she can't actually feed or bathe or dress herself, or put herself to bed. What she CAN do is sit in the middle of the living room floor and cry because she's so gall-dern-stinking tired that there's nothing else to be done but weep.

The plus side is that most nights, she tacks together 12+ hours of sleep (usually with one mama-milk-date in the middle, which I'm trying to weasel my way out of) - so at least she's not all bright-eyed and bushy-tailed at 5:00am or some such nonsense.

The earlier bedtime also cuts into my fiery nightlife... okay, that's not true at all. It has had no impact on my nightlife because I have none. I pretty much don't leave the house after 3:00pm. Really - it makes me want to go to bed at 8:15 because my survival instinct kicks in and my body starts warning me that if I don't sleep soon I might not get to sleep at all - because the baby, it wakes up!! So now I'm that mama that's tucked under her flannel comforter by 9:30pm AT THE LATEST every night.

You may turn green with envy.

On the other hand, it's not such a bad thing to be getting the extra rest these days, because - oh yeah - I'm growing a new person!! We're totally blessed and thrilled to be expecting Bebe #2's arrival in mid-August (puts me at almost 12 weeks preggers right now). There's a lot to get done to prep for becoming a 4-person-family in the next 6 months, but for now...
I must truck my lazy behind upstairs to soothe the cranky baby (who just went to bed 25 minutes ago and is now awake and crying for unknown reasons).

Have a lovely evening.