Why does it seem that if you are ever really, truly exhausted... the kids aren't? Why do they choose such a night to stay up late, too excited for one reason or another, to fall asleep?
Abby got in bed with me as Rob and I were both too tired to cope with bouncy, springy, hyper little girl. She kept saying she needed to pee. Made several trips to the bathroom and came back to bed.
I discovered the next morning that perhaps, just perhaps, she didn't really have to pee after all. On my floor, between the bathroom and the bed, was a trail of maxi pad wrappers and contents.
And one wrapped around her foot like a bandaid.
8 months ago