Might have something to do with the chimichanga I had for breakfast. Or the BLT I had for lunch. Or the lasagna I had for dinner.
Last night was not a stellar night in Casa Bennett. There was fighting. There was NO SLEEP. There was
I don't like fighting with Eric and I specifically don't like doing it in front of his parents and that happened last night. I'm not going to go into the whole situation here, but we bickered, quietly, and then I felt exceedingly uncomfortable. Having house guests means feeling like you have to be always 'on' if you're me and 'on' does not include heated arguments. But, when the guests are staying for 6 weeks, I think there is bound to be at least one of those moments. Still, there was no resolution and I went to bed with a chip on my shoulder. I'm trying not to hold onto that chip - That's a lie. I love my chip right now, but I will try to get over it by the time I get home tonight. Because I'm a grown up, as much as I hate that fact right now.
Eva got up at least five times last night. She could not rest, for some reason, and I am at my wits end with that whole business. I needs me some sleep. Straight through the night sleep. Eight hours, uninterrupted would be great, but I'd settle for seven. Really. I don't know what to do with her. She wakes up and she does not settle down and try to fall back asleep. She immediately calls out for us. She wants to come to my bed (at ten thirty). She wants to go downstairs and play (at somewhere after midnight). She wants to go potty (thirty seconds after I left her room after she wanted to go downstairs). She wants to come to my bed AGAIN (somewhere around three when I'm at my weakest) and I finally let her. Eric also got up with her once or twice, but I can't remember those times. Anyone? Anyone have any advice on this? Home girl is three, going on four. Her bedtime falls between seven-thirty and eight. We read a story. Rock. Sing a few songs. Lights out. EVERY NIGHT she is up at least once. Sometimes there is fighting before I even get out of her room. Someone tell me how to get this kid to give me a break. I beg of you.
I have been running the stairs at work barefoot today. Just two flights. I think anything more than that might be conspicuous. Someone might find the shoes.
I have a new goal. I'm going to run a 5K. For real this time, though. The Color Run is in St. Louis on my actual birthday - my 30th. I think that's as good a time as any to get my ass in gear. Who's with me?