I went to bed at 1 a.m. I was up making signs (which aren't all that pretty) and cleaning a few things for the big sale that starts today. That wouldn't be so bad if the girls had cooperated even a little. I prayed that they would sleep later than normal. God said, "No!"
DeLaynie came bounding into our room at 5:15! A.m! She and Ella were officially up and at 'em by 5:45. I'm up, but not all that at 'em. I forced DeLaynie to watch the annoying stretching shows that come on PBS in the morning. I told her, "When we get up, we watch PBS. Since you got up early, you're watching what's on PBS." After 15 minutes of watching a really good looking Hawaiian woman stretch wearing a hot pink sweat suit and about 10 leis, I put in an Elmo's World. Yep, I caved. Who has resolve after 4 1/2 hours of sleep?
I might've fought the battle for more sleep if two things had been different. First, we're out of milk. DeLaynie really loves having her milk when she goes to bed. It's difficult to get her to go to bed without it. Secondly, they were both incredibly happy when they first got up. The last few days have been very emotional for my girls. DeLaynie was pitiful last night when she saw some of her toys (that she hasn't played with in a while) go out the door. Even Ella seems to be bothered by the situation. She doesn't care about the toys, but the lack of stabiblity seems to be effecting her. They've both been sick, and their sleep has gotten off schedule (as apparent from the 5:15 wake up call), so they haven't been in the peachiest of moods anyway.
Well, Ella's in bed for something similar to a nap, though I think it could be called a continuation of last night's sleep. DeLaynie seems like she's about ready to go back to bed too. I think I may fight the battle now, armed with milk. Pray for me...
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