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Whew…

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…we made it!

It is Friday, my friends.

This week has been a long, exhausting one, starting with losing that one hour for the very antiquated notion of daylight savings. Are there really still farmers somewhere who truly benefit from the hour shift? I think now it is just a way to screw with the already fragile little bodies of our children. Can I get an “Amen” here?

Anyhow. We are all really tired and not sleeping well. When Addie isn’t in our room proclaiming “I’m hungry, is it time to go downstairs?” at 4:30am, (And explain this to me. If we didn’t have daylight savings, it would be 3:30am, what is she doing up at that un-Godly hour??) then there is Tiger meowing at the top of her tiny, little cat lungs.

She pretty much wanders around and just meows now. Loudly. I don’t know if she is looking for Smokey, worried we are going to take her to the vet, or just taking advantage of us not locking her into the back half of the house (because we feel so guilty – she would be back there by herself!) – or maybe it is a little of all three. But, I have been awakened by her at least 4 or 5 times every night for the past 4 or 5 nights.

So, tonight? She is getting locked in. (Don’t feel too badly for her – she gets the whole playroom, kitchen, bathroom and laundry room to herself. And besides, she had her chance!)

I need some sleep. I am running the Pasadena triathlon again on Saturday. I haven’t mentioned much about it because I’ve been more than a little worried that I was not going to get to do it again this year. And I don’t feel nearly as prepared as I was last year, but at any rate…that is where we will be tomorrow morning. Trying to finish the race, hoping the adrenaline kicks in.

Providing we don’t just all sleep through the alarm.

Wishing you all a very happy weekend.

Sleep, my pretty.

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I put A. down for a nap as soon as we got home from dropping Em at preschool. I could hear her up there singing and playing. A few “shout outs” to “Maaamaaa!” – but clearly nothing I was going up to investigate.

So I’m just sitting here working away and about 15 minutes ago I realize that she is finally quiet. Yes. Sweet blessed sleep.

Then I realize she fell asleep at 3:15. And I have to wake her up in about 5 minutes (3:35) to go pick up Em from school.

What is worse than no nap? A 20-minute nap.

Figures.

Our “gift” of an extra hour?

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Usually you’ll find me complaining that I need a few more hours every single day to get everything done, or at least a couple of hours added to the week.

So today we were handed the lovely “gift” of an extra hour and yet, if I might, I still need want to complain for a wee moment here.

It was never-ending. The longest freaking day, e-v-e-r. I’m ready for bed and it is only 7:45pm.

J. and I got to go out to see some live music last night (Matt Nathanson at the Troubadour – very, very cool show!) but by the time we got back, cut the babysitter loose, and just sat to unwind for a few minutes it was very nearly 1am. Which, with the time change is only midnight, and that, albeit a little late for us old folks, is a fairly decent time to get to bed. But then little Miss Emma was up at 6am. I know, I know – it was 7am to her body, her normal rise-and-shine time, but ah…man. It just felt so early.

And then both girls were just all off-kilter today. And then there was “le nap resistance!” (You have to say it with a furious-sounding, French accent – for it to really be effective.) Two hours of fierce resisting any sort of nap. And when we finally gave in and got them up – it was only 3 o’clock. Three more hours until we could even conceivably think of trying to put them back to bed.

We ran to the park, and I let them play for awhile, hoping that would wear them out, but it only made Addie completely slap-happy. J. got some really funny video of her, at least. I’ll get it from him and put it up later this week.

Anyhow – the girls are soundly sleeping. Now I need to go get ready for the week and recover from the “extra hour” trauma.