Between Miriam's teething, Rachel's nightmares, a bout of croup, and the stress of the Egyptian revolution I think it's pretty safe to say that I haven't had a decent night's sleep in months. For a while the girls were both sleeping relatively nicely but now I am once more so sleep deprived I feel like I could fall asleep anywhere. It's like having a newborn or something.
It's not only the night-wakings that are killing me. It's that the girls won't go to sleep when they are put to bed and insist on waking up at seven o'clock in the morning, anyway. Rachel stays up until 10:30 or 11:00. Miriam stays up until 9:30 or 10:00. Then they both have me yo-yo-ing out of bed all. night. long.
A couple of nights ago, this is what Rachel did when she should have been sleeping:
She got blocks and horses and ponies and books and curlers out and built a fortress. She did it so quietly, too. I didn't think the child had it in her, being quiet, I mean—who knew she could behave so silently?
This morning when I went into their room to do something (I don't know what it was but it wasn't to wake Rachel up since she got in bed with us at around 2 AM and then pitched a fit when I tried to return her to her own bed at 4 AM so ended up staying in our bed on the risk of waking up the baby) I noticed the castle had been completely rebuilt. This time it houses finger puppets instead of horses.
Luckily (or not) the server for my job is down. And Miriam is down (for a nap). And Rachel has a play date immediately after school so I don't have to pick her up or anything.
Looks like I'm going down for a nap as well.