Nights like this? Not fun.
Nights when she’s overtired and screaming at me for no reason other than sheer exhaustion.
When I know she had a great time all day thanks to text updates from my sister, but I missed it. I had to work, so I missed the best of her and only got what was left over… the worn out, ready for bed little girl. This happens more times than I can count.
When she won’t eat her dinner. Which is really unlike her.
When I try to keep her awake, because for God’s sake I only get to spend two hours with her in the evenings before bedtime, so I put on the movie I know she dances to at my sister’s house but she’s not even into it. Because she’s too tired.
When I get super overemotional over all of this and cry and cry because dammit… pregnancy hormones.
Tomorrow will be better. She’ll take a better nap, and maybe I can get her to stay up until 8.
Tomorrow will be better because it’s Friday.
And then the weekend – two full days I get to spend with my favorite girl. Truly, I live for it.
Tomorrow will be better.
But tonight just kind of sucks.
the sleepiest girl