... at 4:30 in the morning you are laying in bed composing your blog post for the next day.
I was woken out of a dead sleep by little Lily at the side of my bed asking for her animal pillow. I reached down to pull her into bed with us when I noticed that she was completely soaked and cold. Apparently the half a glass of pop she had shared with me at McDonalds that night had gone right through her.
I got her changed into dry footie jammies (because nothing else will do these days) and put her into bed with Adam. I then began the hunt for clean sheets. Everyone knows my saga with laundry and the never ending battle that we fight to get the laundry done and put away. Well, I've failed. I cannot find a clean crib sheet. OK, I'll put sheets on the queen size bed in her room. But wait, there are no clean blankets for she's peed on all of them in the last week. Into the deep upstairs closet I go, looking for a blanket that hasn't seen the light of day in at least a year. I finally found some that might be acceptable to our picky kid.
I take the sleeping Lily out of our bed (because I really don't want her to pee in that bed too!) and bring her into her room. She was very upset to be taken out of Momma's bed. I finally got her settled down and sleeping and went back into my bed at 5am. I'm not sure it was worth going back to sleep.