Things have been a tad strange at our household in the last few days.
Two nights ago, C gave me a fabulous birthday present and slept for 7.5 hours straight. Totally a new record. I slept for about 6.5 house and I'm telling you, I felt like a completely different person. It was wonderful.
I thought to myself, man, this is easy!
Ahem. This is where I remind myself never to say things like that. Never ever ever. NEVER.
Yesterday was an incredibly fun but busy day and last night, the kids seemed to be displaying the results. Bean was incredibly cranky and contrary and C was just incredibly cranky. (She can't quite be contrary yet). By 9pm, they were both completely passed out. Nice, I thought, I can relax and they'll both sleep for a good long time.
(I just can't stop with the "famous last words," can I?)
I watched Design Star and headed to bed. It was a little bit before I came down from my birthday sugar high and relaxed enough to doze off. At about 11:30p.m, I heard a huge thump and bang coming from Bean's room. Shaun went in first and discovered something quite interesting.
At some point, most likely in her sleep, Bean got out of bed and climbed into the bottom shelf of her night stand. She was curled up with her knees underneath of her. My best guess is that she moved and wacked her head on the top shelf, thus the noise. She didn't really seem awake and went back into her bed and to sleep with no problem.
So, I have a sleep walker.
After calming down a bit, I dozed off again.
12am. C-Rex woke up howling. I fed her and put her down again. She went right back to sleep and I thought to myself, maybe she'll sleep til morning since I just fed her.
Right. When will I learn?
Every 2-3 hours from then onwards, she woke and needed feeding or changing or nothing. It was not pleasant.
Today she's completely cranky. Bean is completely cranky. I'm not really all that friendly.
We all need good naps.