I am sitting in my bathroom. But it’s not like I’m on the toilet or anything. I mean, I am on the toilet. Because it’s the only seat. But I’m pantsed, or be-pantsed, or whatever term you prefer.
Grace is lying on the bathmat, hiccuping. We are in here because she started yelling in bed. I’d fallen asleep watching Xena: Warrior Princess (not a reflection on the show–it was paused when I dozed off) and gotten in bed before 9:00 (!), leaving her with Will. She’d woken hungry so he brought her to bed and I woke up to feed her. She ate and then she started fussing while I was trying to get back to sleep. Her fussing was disturbing Sam, so up we got.
The bathroom fan really works miracles on my babies. Thank goodness she is only like this at bedtime. Though it really is the LEAST CONVENIENT time of day for it.
Crazy as it may sound, I’m hoping she’ll fall asleep on the floor. She is such a sleep-loving baby it could happen. And I really really really want to go back to bed.