It's New Year's Eve.
Bedtime comes and goes for both children.
Amelia, who is normally asleep by 8 is still awake at 10:30. So is Daniel.
At 10:30, Desperation hits and I take them for a drive. It took a half an hour.
Beginning an hour before the New Year, I sit on the couch, stay up and watch some "truck free" TV, bring in the new year, then head to bed.
At 3am Big D wakes up and wants some milk. No problem.
At 3:30 he says "I'm hungry." Now, my son hardly ever says he's hungry, so I figure he really must be.
I get up to feed him. What does he ask for? Pasta.
Oh no. I refuse to make pasta at 330, but he's ok with chicken nuggets.
As I write this, it is 5:30am. A fine time to wake up. Oh wait - HE'S STILL AWAKE!!
Happy New Year.
He finally fell asleep at 6am.
At 8am, sleep deprived and all, they both wake up.
When daddy comes home, he gets to watch the kids while I sleep.
Hope he sleeps in the car on the way home.