Sleep

Is for the weak I always say.

But boy am I weak after last weekend. Since we were away, the girls had a hard time at night since they weren't in their own beds. Each night it was a new drama. Let's see...

Friday night: I couldn't sleep because I was hot and my nose and throat were dry (chalk it up to pregnancy hormones).

Saturday night: Chatterbox took advantage of spending the entire day with Auntie Fe and her cousins and indulged on a wide assortment of random foods, including cotton candy courtesy of Chuck E. Cheese. I had forgotten to warn Aunt Fe that she has a sensitive stomach so Chatterbox had a tummy ache and was moaning and groaning all night long.

Sunday night: Giggles and Chatterbox kept having nightmares. I think Chatterbox's stemmed from sneaking into her cousins' room and watching parts of Batman Begins. Poor thing. She was visibly shaken.

And so basically I had three sleepless nights. But it's good practice I suppose. Come July I won't be sleeping at all!