Another typical night.

I realize that some days are better than others, but this is ridiculous.

It began sometime yesterday afternoon when Eden came home from school. The pastor (who doubles as Wonderful Husband and Almighty Dad) was gone all day with bible study, a lunch meeting, confirmation, and a visit that went past the kid's bedtime. Then, Elia woke up to eat and play at 1130 p.m. She went back down about 1230 a.m.

Lars was screaming from the top step at 0130. When I came to his aide, he said, "You forgot daddy!" I had to carry him downstairs to show him that daddy was in bed, sleeping. "Oh. Ok." Back to bed he went.

0230: "psst! mommy!" I hear in a shouting whisper from a certain 5 year old girl. "yes, eden?"
"i need you, can i crawl in your bed?" "sure honey, I would love to have you kick me for the next 2 hours until I slip out to the couch again, no problem."

Now I sit, 12 hours later, forgetting what I was actually going to say.

Hmm, I'm sure it'll come to me...