Lyla went to bed Tuesday night at around 5:30. She was exhausted from taking in all the newness of daycare. Consequently, Wednesday morning she awoke at 4:45. While that's a mere 30 minutes before I wake up during the school year, it is now summer and therefore a time I cannot even comprehend. It felt awful and empty, a cruel time, an absurd time. I know God does not sleep, but at 4:45 I wouldn't be surprised if he dozes.
So this evening, after Lyla's second day at the new daycare, my goal was to keep her awake as long as possible. We read books, ate waffles, chased each other around the house, and got in a huge fight about my unwillingness to help her push the marker cap on the bottom end of the marker.
"You can do it yourself."
"NOOOOOO! PEEEEEZ!"
"Sorry, kid. I'm not going to be your lifelong marker-capper."
"WAAAAAAAH!"
Bedtime was 6:30. Hopefully that means I'll get to sleep until 5:45 tomorrow.
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