2009 - Year of the Zombie

. It's 6.30pm, the kids' new bedtime - I am saving up hours for the arrival of daylight savings time, which will inevitably spark the beginning of a vicious circle. Turning the clocks forward will mean more daylight and consequently a later bedtime and less zzzzzzzs for the kids, which will in turn limit my already limited me time. So I am sitting here, in a darkened living room, trying to avoid the endless string of wants and needs, echoing through Kaya's shut bedroom door, a last plea to get out of having to close her eyes. She is hitting me up with the usual requests:

1. I'm thirsty - I need water

2. My tummy hurts - I need to poop

3. I can't find my, uh, hmmm, my....little bear with the black eye and...I want it to sleep in my bed

4. I need to give you a hug - this is the cherry on top

Just heard the huff, and the light switch click, she has given up and is off to bed - yes, 10 points for me, a grand victory as I so rarely win! I have overcome the first obstacle, now lets see how long it is before little Ellie screams out for me, she isn't the best of sleepers, in fact I would like to enroll her in baby sleep school, but she'd probably get expelled for refusing to follow the curriculum. We have been extremely sleep deprived for the last 2 months, as the littleless, blue-eyed Krauss has a hard time staying in sleepy land after 2 am. We are seriously considering rearranging are biological rhythms to match hers, a type of shift work per se. Our plan is to pattern her snooze-schedule, meaning sleeping from 7pm to 2am and then again from 5am-7am, we have started trying to imagine what we could accomplish from 2am-5am, between the quick jaunts up to her crib to resettle her every 15 minutes to half hour or so. It is getting that bad, and just when we thought we had nipped it in the butt, she has gone and gotten all congested. Let me just state for the record that I hate citrus-coloured snot. Poor thing has been coughing, feverish, itchy and plugged up with the greens for the past 3 days, so last night was shrunk to just over 2 hours long and was dreadful.

Sadly, the girls have been cohabiting with 2 drowsy robots, that faintly resemble their mom and dad, since the beginning of 2009. This year, year of the Ox?! Nah, if we personalise it, our calendars would surely indicate that 2009 is the year of the Zombie. With that I am off to bed, just a quarter of an hour past my new bedtime, lets see if I manage to actually fall asleep before the 11th hour. Well, I might just have a sip of red to ease the process. The joys of being and adult, well that and cake for breakfast. Yes, that's right mom, I am sometimes naughty and eat left over cake for breakfast (while hiding in the bathroom as to not set a bad example for my kids of course).