Tonight William cried for his pacifier "papa" at 4:30. He barely made it through dinner, we streched out bath time, yet he fell asleep before Wayne could finish one story in the Curious George Book. Both kids were out before 6pm.
This would seem like a glorious thing. The several hours of freedom to drink a nice glass of white wine while eating dinner. And really, it was.
But they only sleep 12 or so hours. This means that by 6 am, I will have too kids bouncing on the bed. And I'm still up at 10:30.
Someday I'll learn to go to bed early too. Or they'll learn to love waisting time and stay up.
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