Last nights battle took place at 3am, and didn't go quite as well as the previous night - but we hung tough, despite the fact that he woke up the one year old.
I think it was harder for him the second night because it dawned on his little brain that I meant business if I was saying the same thing two nights in a row. He chose to sleep in the cozy little next of blankets I made beside our bed and hold my hand.
The only problem is that our bed is a tad higher than the normal bed and I could barely reach him, cut off my circulation and all that type of thing. Thankfully it didn't take him too long to realize he wasn't liking that too much and he went back to his own bed.
Two for two.
Marky was up a couple times
It was the first morning in a long time that I really really struggled to wake up with my alarm. I managed to crawl out of bed, wake up Allan and proceeded to fall asleep on the couch downstairs, I just woke up a few moments ago. I can only assume that Allan got off safely as he's gone and his stuff is gone.
Wendy just woke up with a fever and a sore throat - a good excuse to finally have the doctor look at her throat and make sure alls well - I've been wondering about her tonsils as she still has a few choking scares.
And my list for today is much the same as yesterday, except now it looks like I'll toss in a visit to the doctors, and I'll put the book at the end of the list this time as I'm afraid it's all I did yesterday....altho now I'm anxious to finish it.......