Hey! You know how I spent last night? Lying awake in Mia's bed while she kicked and punched and head butted me, mostly to make sure I was still there, occasionally sneaking out to nurse Owen for a few minutes before Mia realized I was gone and started screaming again. I got 15 minutes of sleep, from 11:15 to 11:30, which was when Owen started fussing. He finally calmed down at 12:30, which was just when Mia started screaming her head off. It was a lot of fun, you should have been there. No, seriously, you should have, because then I could have made you read Mia a story or something at 3 AM when both of my arms had fallen asleep from cramming myself into a twin bed with a spastic toddler.
Tonight, I'm kicking Chris out and taking both kids to bed with me. Sure, it will just mean getting kicked from both sides all night, but at least I'll have more room to try to escape.
So hey, cheer me up and tell me about your worst ever night of parenting. Misery loves company, you know? I will have to say that mine was a couple of days before Mia's second Christmas when I had the stomach flu, spent eight hours throwing up, finally hauled myself out of bed at 2 AM to check on Mia only to discover that she also had the stomach flu and spent the rest of the night rocking her while she barfed on me. Good times, good times.