Everything is fucked up.
Yesterday, the kids didn't go down for their nap 'til close to 3:45pm. When they finally did, I let them sleep past six. Relieved, I decided to christen my newly purchased, 32meg PS2 memory card. (No more borrowing space on others'!!! Yay!!! <happy-Kermit-dance>) Upon returning home, Mizuki chastised me, and appropriately so. Dinner was late, but very very good. Stuffed peppers, yum! I savoured every bite.
Unfortunately—and due in no small part to me permitting such a late nap—neither child would go to sleep at bedtime. It was a fight just to get them into the bedroom. The Gnome cried pitiously at first, but finally settled down to play with his trucks. Katydid, however, would Simply. Not. Stop. She didn't want to be held. She didn't want to be comforted. Whatever I offered, she refused and refused adamantly. I was ready to drug her with some baby's Motrin™ just to get some peace! (Bad parenting, I know, but tell me you haven't thought that, or something similar. I dare ya!) Finally, Mizuki & I put her back in her room, put up the gate, and let the Gnome play with her until they both fell asleep. I'm not sure exactly when that happened, but my guess is about 1:00am. Imagine my surprise & consternation, then, when her plaintive cry tears through sleep & soul. At 5:32am! WTF!!! Again, comfort was offered. Again, comfort was refused. Again, her borther—Goddess bless him thrice-over!—played with her until both finally fell back asleep. Now it's almost noon, and any semblence of a sleep schedule has been utterly torn up into teeny-tiny little pieces, burnt to cinders, and the ashes tossed tot he four winds.











