Who Needs Sleep?

As the drooly one sits here on my lap, NOT taking his nap (after trying to get him down for an hour I am giving up for the time being) I sit and ponder SLEEP. It is dreary and rainy outside, and the house is nice and dark. PERFECT napping weather. Why can't Bryce figure that out? He sits and yawns. His eyes droop shut. He fusses. He rubs his eyes. Sleep seems right on the horizon . . .and yet, somehow it doesn't happen. Sleep is a funny thing, sometimes all I want to do is sleep, and then when I get the chance I can't sleep. Lack of sleep does funny things to you. I try to speak and total nonsense comes out of my mouth, I leave keys in the door, toast in the toaster, and every time I go out the door I do a double check to be sure I am fully dressed. Last night I started a load of laundry, and then never shut the washer door, so when Eric came home three hours later, there it sat. "Any reason the washer door is open and filled with laundry and water?" "No, of course not." (and I never did figure out if it had soap in it.) Then there is the issue of Bryce waking up at night just to cry for a few minutes, maybe eat, and then hopefully go back to bed . . .every hour or so. . .. allll night long. I will save THAT venting for another day. Now perhaps we will try this morning nap again. XOXO