So last night was a night that I needed sleep. But good old Murphy came to visit instead.
Malka is coming down with: ‘ye olde change of season cold.’ No biggie, right? Except that she kept waking herself up with the coughing. And moaning: ‘eemaaaaaaaaaah,’ which of course gets my blood pressure up. No screaming, mind you, just cough, moan for a few, quiet. Wash, rinse, repeat. So when Narda came home, Malka ramped it up a bit, and I said I was going in to her. Narda said we might as well bring her into bed, even though we both knew what it meant (less sleep). As soon as I walk in her room, ‘ani rotsah leeshon eem eemah.’ (I want to sleep with eemah) and she’s already grabbing her pillow, bless her heart. So off we go, pillow, 2 loveys, 2 elmos, 2 pacis in hand, and we play the: ‘Malka, lie down. Malka, lie down or you’re going back to your bed’ game about 10 times, and she finally settles in. Around 11:30.
At 2:30am, my poor food choices from earlier in the day wake me up, sending me to the loo and to the Immodium. I crawl back into bed, albeit next to a sleeping cherub, at 3:00am.
My alarm goes off at 4:45am. But I don’t get out of bed until 6:00. So I literally threw on some clothes, and walked out the door.
I am soooo tired.