In a word, I am tired.
I'm talking REALLY tired.
So tired that I fell asleep while holding K as she drank her milk before bed; so tired I could fall asleep standing up; so tired that even though I have numerous papers and a handful of assignments to grade before noon tomorrow I'm going to bed NOW. I didn't even take said papers out of my bag this evening.
The reason for my tiredness is simple: K. K has had two bad nights of sleep. On Tuesday she was up early. 4:37am early. Thankfully a clean diaper and a little milk were enough to get her back to sleep by 5:30. Last night sweet little girl started moaning at 2:31am. She was quiet by 2:53am. I thought we were in the clear.
Then she started SCR-EAM-ING. I went to see what was wrong and there she was sitting in her crib pointing at her toes yelling, "sockie, sockie-sockie." She managed to lose one sock last night and she was not too happy about it. After a sock change, diaper change, milk drink, and numerous rounds of Twinkle Twinkle and 10 Green and Speckled Frogs she was back to sleep. I, however, was wired. I seriously considered heading out for a 4:30am run.
What is wrong with me?
Instead I went back to sleep. I didn't sleep much; it was more of a lay there and be annoyed by every sound I heard inside and out. It was awful. I finally fell asleep sometime after 5am only to hear the alarm at 6am. I was showered, dressed, and out the door by 7:10am.
It was a long day. I even found the time and energy to squeeze in a run after class. I feel good about getting some exercise.
But I am pooped.
It is 9:30pm. I'm off to bed.
I am praying that K sleeps ALL NIGHT LONG. Is that asking too much?!?!