This would be why ElRey and Mindi walk around like zombies all the time:

For weeks our youngest has been struggling with sleeping. She’s 2, she should’ve had this figured out a long time ago. For some unknown reason, she wakes up several times a night. I’m pretty sure she waits until she hears snoring and that’s when the screaming commences. Again.

Let me take you on a trip. A trip of our night life. Oh yeah, it’s hot!

12am: I am just getting to bed. Some nights I amaze myself (and ElRey) and get to bed by 10:30. By this time Elrey has usually been asleep for 2-3 hours at this point.

1am: I have finally dozed off and the screaming begins. One of us goes and gets her and *gasp* bring her into bed with us. All in an attempt to keep other small people sleeping and maybe get a little of that ourselves.

1:05am: The crying for water begins.

1:15am: I am laying in soggy sheets because the stupid piece of crap sippy cup leaked.

1:25am: A small foot in someone’s unmentionables.

1:37am: A slap in the face by a small hand.

2am: One of us takes her back to her bed (usually ElRey, because he’s pretty awesome).

2:15am: More screaming.

2:17am: A strong desire to put a fist through the wall fills our bedroom.

2:18am: Child is back in our bed.

2:25am: I am laying in soggier sheets because the stupid piece of crap diapers she wears can’t hold what she gives it.

2:26am: Swear words, the smell of urine and stale farts fill our bedroom. I will only claim the swear words willingly.

3am: Another attempt to put her in her bed(probably by ElRey again-I’m telling you, he rocks!).

4am: Again with the crying, dammit.

At this point I pretty much give up on sleep because I am desperate to get to the gym to get on with ‘damage control’ from the past couple weeks of debauchery. This is when I lay there thinking of how in the world am I going to take care of this:

And this:

And this room of fun:

And these cute things(I have an extra one for a couple days):

And all this (note the small hand getting in the way, a sign of how that may actually go…):

How much of this will be ingested to help me through it:

   

How much of this will be taken to keep that migraine at bay:

All without the aid of this, which died this weekend:

All because of this:

  

I know you are way jealous of my life. But it’s mine! You can’t have it! Now go get on with your rested life, I gotta get back to being a zombie.