8 am is like the crack of noon

May 31, 2008 08:00

Operative word is CRACK.

Couldn't sleep last night, too wired about not going into labour while Jake is at his Mum's inspecting the car, so I stayed awake until 2am. Orlaith slept in with me from midnight ish onwards so there was a loud and joyously awake toddler to deal with from ten to 6 this morning. I managed to get her to lie quietly in her bed for about half an hour with me snuggling her and trying in vain to use my jedi mind tricks to get her to fall asleep but it was all in vain. The force is strong with this one.

So instead we rolled to the kitchen and made pancakes. Because pancakes are like sleep's fattier, more delicious cousin. I have learned a valuable lesson this morning. If you don't have golden or maple syrup then you can use black strap molasses to sweeten your tasty fried treats of doom. Also mine were totally healthy because I had them with fruit and fruit cancels out fried. And it comes later then friend in the alphabet of spelling.

Did I mention I've been awake since the arsecrack of yesterday.
And by a stroke of good fortune/ irony, Orlaith is starting to doze off on my lap. Sonnovabitch.

I think I'm going to go watch some of the Cowboy BeBop I taped last night. Cause God knows I need more weirdness in my life this morning.

CRACK.

sleeping

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