eurydicebound

This is an adequate description of most of my life with kids in the house, actually, but especially tonight. Tomorrow I have an 8:00 AM appointment at the gym, so I made sure we were getting boys to bed on time this evening. There's a hitch in the proceedings, however, as Alisdair, who has trouble getting to sleep at the best of times, has a headache and can't settle. I've dosed him and turned lights out and TVs off, but to no avail. Finally I've moved him to my bed to sleep while I sit here quietly and type. I can't go get a bath because that is too much light in a direct path to him, not to mention noise, and I can't go to bed because he's already in my spot (and I'm not climbing up into his bunk, thanks). If I'm very lucky, he'll actually have some success this time and be able to go back to his bed by midnight. Of course, on a day when I was hoping to be in bed... oh, now, this is less of a comfort than I like.

I love my kids, but sometimes being the designated mom is not all it's cracked up to be.

Edit: Aaaaand he's up again. Argh.