SO tired.

I am so friggin tired right now. I feel like it's been ages since I have had a complete night of solid sleep. My daughter woke up nearly every night while we were away, regardless of her sleeping arrangements, or the temperature of the house we were in, the hotel, etc.

Yesterday after twelve hours (yes, I'm saying it again, what of it?) of a car ride which she of course slept the end of (from 8-11, give or take) and I napped for a bit of, she was wide awake when we got home. Ah, the joy of it all. Next year we stay home. I mean it. Please feel free to throw the book (or your computer) at me should there be a change in that plan next holiday season.

Anyway, she woke up at some point last night and I went into her room to join her on the floor. I swear, the amount of time I spent sleeping on either the floor or a twin-sized mattress on the floor the past week or so puts my college years to shame. I kid you not. And that's quite a challenge. I mean, come on, you have to know what I'm talking about. I can't be the only one who has crashed, fully clothed, on the floor of someone's dorm room that wasn't my own, or squeezed my butt cheeks into bed with a friend. A bed that was way too small for the two of us, let alone a third person. Seriously. Back then I am sure I was smaller, but still ... I did plenty of squeezing. Let's just say that now, as a mom, with a not-yet-3-year-old who tosses and turns more than anyone I have ever seen sleep, I barely had room for one cheek, let alone two. Sigh.

So, back to last night, which was probably this morning, but I never checked the time ... we were on the floor and she eventually fell out. That would be after a wet diaper change, a poopy diaper change, and some chatter that lasted way too long. Hubby could barely open her bedroom door as we were directly behind it. I barely remember how I heard him, when I looked up and saw a hand waving at me through a crack in the door. Of course, I went to bed and left her on the floor, figured that if I moved her she'd wake up immediately. Well, whatever. I barely had about ten non-floor-sleeping minutes and she woke up.

And today, with a repeat of the runny nose that has plagued her for most of the fall straight into these winter-y days, she is a crank pot and a half. Seriously crying over EVERY.SINGLE.THING. I mean EVERY. SINGLE. THING. And if it doesn't stop soon I'm going to lose it. Lose my friggin' mind. I'm so fletching exhausted. I know she is, too, but if she won't nap I'm at a loss here. Just close your eyes, would you? At the very least STOP with the crying. There is no need to cry because you stepped in some water that YOU spilled on the floor, is there? Oh lord. Please someone let me know when I get a true vacation. I mean, after all of this time w. the grandparents, I should feel slightly rested, right?

What? Why are you laughing at me? That's really not very nice. I'm tired. Cut me some slack here, would you?

p.s. Ssssh, she's watching her new Disney sing-along DVD. Don't move a muscle, we might be in the clear for the next 15 minutes or so ... many thanks to my brother and sister-in-law. Whew!

p.s.s. GREAT. D@mned cat is trying to break into the Ziplock of donuts and I had to get up. That's the end of that. Argh!!! Calgon (how old am I, I know!) take me away!

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