last night

8:00 pm:  rock baby to sleep.

8:30 pm:  tuck big brother (who has a cold) in bed while Daddy rocks screaming baby back to sleep.

9:15 pm:  rock baby to sleep again.

9:45 pm:  soothe big brother who can’t sleep.  For the third night in a row.

10:15 pm:  go to bed.

12:00 am:  check on fussy baby.  Work some binky magic.  Go back to bed.

1:00 am:  change and feed baby.  Go back to bed.

2:45 am:  sit through big brother coughing fit, exacerbated by exhaustion and autistic tendencies.  
               Administer love, patience and Mucinex.  Toss all plans for the day out the window because he won't be
               going to school.  Go back to bed.

3:30 am:  you can't sleep because your stomach is growling.  Climb out of bed and head to the kitchen.  Eat cold
               pizza while checking Facebook and reading about Haiti.  Go back to bed.

4:00 am:  feed baby.

4:20 am:  watch baby’s eyes pop wide pen when you put her down to sleep.  Pretend to be asleep on couch while
               listening to non-stop super-adorable-but-can’t-it-wait-until-daylight baby babbling.

5:15 am:  rock baby to sleep.  Again.  Watch those eyes pop open when you put her down.  Again.  Throw your
               hands up in defeat and call in reinforcements.   

5:30 am:  head for the kitchen while Daddy takes over.  Because you’re a breast-feeding momma and
               you’re hungry.  Again.  Go back to bed. 

7:?? am:  groggily wake up to super-adorable baby babbling.   At least it’s daylight this time.  Almost.  Reach for
              a Kleenex and realize you’re probably coming down with Kiddo’s cold.

I think a nap is in order.