During the weekend (or if I am Vegas rockin' awesome eyelashes with my girls) 5:00 is the night.

Is it bad that I gave both Laurel and Rachel the stink eye this morning? (Of course the stink eye came as they were staring at me as I was having my morning pee. God forbid if I ever get some privacy.)

First of all, the night of Saturday, transitioning to Sunday seems precious--it is going to be another five days before a Friday night's sleep and knowing that I may get up rested and not in a rush (and not greeted with the those freakin' lunchboxes.)

Not one, but both girls got up last night.

Laurel was up at 1:30.  She said she had a bad dream.  (How come she never runs over to Ching's side of the bed?)  I offer to go back to (her) bed and (I) will stay until she is back to sleep.  This will take 20 minutes maximum.  Oh no..of course not. Not only is she insistent on sleeping in the vast space between Ching and me (Switzerland), but she hurdles over me in record speed.  She is between us within a matter of seconds, snuggling in for the rest of the night.  And you know, she didn't come alone..that God damn pillow pet is with her, along with her favorite blanket, "Pal".  This set up would be fine if she slept vertically but over time, she does not.  Laurel starts sleeping at a slant and then her feet start resting on my butt.  I had enough around 2:00.  I go to the den.  All the while, Ching has either slept through this or is a very good faker.

Rachel is at 5:00.  During the week, 5 (a.m.) is in the morning but during the weekend (or if I am Vegas rockin' awesome eyelashes with my girls) 5:00 is the night.  She is crying and very much awake--usually she fusses and goes right back to sleep.  Not this time, she is wide awake and wants to be with me.  I take her to the den with me, thinking she will sleep if she is next to me.  Freak me (!), no!  So, I do what any desperate mom does--I turn on the television to Sesame Street. This seems to soothe her..for 3 minutes.  Immediately, she says "bubba"..which means she wants a bottle of milk.  I will do anything at this point (even a grilled cheese, maybe an awesome pulled pork?) so we go downstairs and get her middle of the night snack.  While I cradle and feed her, she is insistent with her whining, that she wants to be held a certain way to be comfortable and perhaps fall asleep.  Since I am currently her bitch, I comply.  It is a very awkward hold, kind of half sitting up, half propped with pillows. God damn..no sleep for me!  For any of you childless folk out there (and you know who you are), try holding a 25 pound turkey in your left arm and then try to sleep comfortably while half propped up.  And you can't let that turkey move..not a sliver of an inch or that bird will cry.  This is the best way I can describe it.

At 6:30, Rachel has been asleep for about 45 minutes but now Laurel is up because that is what Laurel does. She can hear the television and thinks there is a party going on without her.

Where is the hell is Ching? Really?  Freakin' really?  But revenge comes in a way that I just happen to stumble upon on a lone Sunday afternoon.  I dropped Laurel off to a b-day party early afternoon. Since the party was only 90 minutes, I decided to stay in the area rather than going home.  I got some lunch at Chipolte..Holy God..Heaven..more on that tomorrow.  I come home with Laurel and tell Ching that I had the best burrito of my life.  I know he was about to ask me if I got him one too..but he knows better than that after the 3/6 entry about the hunk of cheese winning my love. Smart man..(and me) for now..