Normally I like to stick to a routine.
Yes, that routine varies and I'm not a total stickler to it.
But I like to have my days with the kids end at 8pm.
8pm is a good ending time for all of us, especially because Roo has to get up in the morning for school and be fresh and focused for that.
Sometimes, like tonight, our schedule is thrown to the wind.
And not for something fun like a water fight or a great family movie.
It's all screwed up just because.
Both girls were up until 10:00 tonight and I feel like I got ran over by a truck and dragged for miles.
All because my happy routine was f'd up.
I struggled to get Turtle to sleep for over two hours while I let Roo play with her Daddy in her room. And after much screaming and doing that whole stiffen her body thing, she passed out in my arms.
And now that both are them are asleep in their room and I have the bed all to myself, I am in that funky wired, too tired to sleep phase.
So until sleep comes to take me away, it's bad 80s movies (Dream a Little Dream anyone?) and Cinnamon Toast Crunch.
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