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IDEK (I Don't Even Know)

Y'all, today was a raggedy day. I don't know how I made it through the day. It must have been the grace of God, because it definitely wasn't the coffee. It was one of those days that showed. I mean a colleague turned the corner in the hallway and immediately asked if I was okay. I was just walking to the bathroom, I thought I had gotten it together, but maybe not enough.

I was delirious, the past two nights of "sleep" has been TERRIBLE! My eldest has been coming back in the bed more, and the little one decided she doesn't want to go to bed at a decent hour nor does she want to STAY asleep! To make matters worse, she doesn't care to just chill while she's up at 3 in the morning, after going to bed at a cool 11:30pm. Nope, she'd rather throw her little body across my tummy, try to walk over her sister, hang her legs off the bed, etc.

This morning she took it up a notch. I didn't even think that was possible. I remember being poked in my eye and slapped in the face while this 1 year old was fussing. At first I thought it was for milk, but the more coherent I became, I realized I was hearing "Mommy, peekaboo. Peekaboo, Mommy".

Now when do we do that? When have I ever woken up in the middle of the night to play a game? Never! That's when...

I had no clue what in the world had this girl up and why nothing I did would get her back to sleep. I think at some point I gave up and fell back asleep hoping she'd get bored and rest, which resulted in more pokes, taps and laying across my head.

So wee hours of the morning go by and about 15/20 minutes before my alarm goes off, I jump out of my sleep because my arm and pillow is wet. I figured she spilled her milk or something in the bed. I jump up to see what happened only to find Ji sitting and looking at me like "oh no" and Nia in her pajama top, no pants and no diaper.

I pan over to my pillow only to find it wasn't milk, but a byproduct of it... I didn't care that she was looking at me and smiling while she danced around on the bed bare bottom. All I could manage was to get the girls and myself ready as fast as I could and run out the door, because I was OVER IT!

Like guys, this is my life. No sleep and waking up to pee pee hands and half naked dancing baby all before getting up to go to work.

Pray for me y'all. I just want them to sleep.



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