Lunch break post...
I wouldn't mention this if it hadn't happened twice now. I think it's a new phase that Pixie is going through.
Last night, I told Pixie that it was time to go to bed. She was a little too excited about the idea of me sleeping.
"Yes, momo! Go to sleep! Na-night time! Lay down and close your eyes!" She encouraged me, enthusiasticaly.
I layed down and she snuggled up next to me, and pulled the blankets up to my chin and instructed me once again, to close my eyes.
I recalled the previous night, how we had gone through the same thing, and I had awoken to find that she had taken the opportunity of my slumber, to dump my purse out on the floor, open my lipstick, and write on things with it, so that I could find it when I woke up...like an easter egg hunt!
She also ate my favorite lipstick. Either that or she let the dog eat it. All I know is that I discovered my limited edition red lipstick ground into the carpet and gnawed to the twistie-upie-device. Oh, and then there was the discovery of the corpses of several of my cigarettes, snapped in half and laying in a pile of tobacco, victims of toddler curiousity.
I layed very still for several minutes. Finally I opened my eyes to find Pixie sitting there, stareing at me. "GO TO SLEEP!" She bellowed at me, as if I had just ruined her plans for an evening of fun, with my usual stubborn, grown-up, refusal to let her destroy things when I'm not looking.
For the rest of the night we had a who-can-stay-awake-the-longest competition. I think I won. I don't know when exactly I crumbled under the sandmans grasp, but when I woke up there were only a couple of things out of place. This could be explained by the dog rummaging around...I don't know. But Pixie was sleeping peacefuly beside me.
I hope this doesn't keep going. I'm going to lose this battle. School starts the 20th and I'm going to be working on top of it. Sleep, as rare and precious as it is now, is going to be more important than ever.
Last night, I told Pixie that it was time to go to bed. She was a little too excited about the idea of me sleeping.
"Yes, momo! Go to sleep! Na-night time! Lay down and close your eyes!" She encouraged me, enthusiasticaly.
I layed down and she snuggled up next to me, and pulled the blankets up to my chin and instructed me once again, to close my eyes.
I recalled the previous night, how we had gone through the same thing, and I had awoken to find that she had taken the opportunity of my slumber, to dump my purse out on the floor, open my lipstick, and write on things with it, so that I could find it when I woke up...like an easter egg hunt!
She also ate my favorite lipstick. Either that or she let the dog eat it. All I know is that I discovered my limited edition red lipstick ground into the carpet and gnawed to the twistie-upie-device. Oh, and then there was the discovery of the corpses of several of my cigarettes, snapped in half and laying in a pile of tobacco, victims of toddler curiousity.
I layed very still for several minutes. Finally I opened my eyes to find Pixie sitting there, stareing at me. "GO TO SLEEP!" She bellowed at me, as if I had just ruined her plans for an evening of fun, with my usual stubborn, grown-up, refusal to let her destroy things when I'm not looking.
For the rest of the night we had a who-can-stay-awake-the-longest competition. I think I won. I don't know when exactly I crumbled under the sandmans grasp, but when I woke up there were only a couple of things out of place. This could be explained by the dog rummaging around...I don't know. But Pixie was sleeping peacefuly beside me.
I hope this doesn't keep going. I'm going to lose this battle. School starts the 20th and I'm going to be working on top of it. Sleep, as rare and precious as it is now, is going to be more important than ever.