Tomorrow Is Another Day

I didn’t sleep well last night. I got too hot, which never bodes well for Mama’s sleep. Then I woke up at 4am when a light from the girls’ bathroom shone into my bedroom. I thought Miss had just gotten up to go. No big deal. But the light was on forever. I kept waiting for her to get finished, turn it off, and go back to bed. Then  I heard this little voice talking/playing. I got up to investigate and found, not Miss, but Lass, on the floor outside the bathroom, playing with chapstick.

At 4:15 am.

 

She happily went back to bed after I helped her smear some chapstick on her lips and sent her on her way. Then at about 4:30, precisely 2 minutes after I fell back to sleep, Miss did wake up and go to the bathroom, waking me up again (I just can’t help but hear when they get up).

Needless to say, I didn’t get up at 6 this morning for my early morning workout and coffee time. I woke up when Sis did at around 7:15. Now that I’ve gotten used to getting up earlier than the girls, it seems like mornings never quite start out well when I don’t.

This morning didn’t start out so well. This morning, I learned the hard way that Sis can and will reach things on the counter.

 

She was behind the gate in the family room as I was getting breakfast ready. I heard a strange spilling/dripping sound and looked over to see her, with my coffee cup, pouring it out all over herself and the family room floor. I had set it on our counter in the family room (we have a dumb wet bar in there). It had been almost full. I hadn’t drunk nearly enough of it.

Revenge for the gate? Probably.

The day went downhill from there: Almost nonexistent napping from all 3 girls, an aioli that broke when I was trying to make dinner, and potatoes that would not. get. cooked.

As always happens, the evening worked out just fine. Dinner was good (once I fixed my broken mayo and the potatoes softened), Veggie Tales smoothed everything over, and the girls went to sleep almost instantly they were so tired.

It’s late and at least the laundry is folded. I have a glass of wine and a good book to dive into. Or maybe just a comfy bed at this point. To quote one of my faves, “After all, tomorrow is another day.”