Amelia has been getting up during the middle of night since having her tonsils out and wanting milk. I feel like I am in "newborn combat" zone again with her getting up in the middle of the night again. Last night was no different. Amelia woke up around 2:30 and waddled into our room crying that she wanted milk. Jeremy and I sat there waiting each other out to see who would move first and go get the milk. I lost, and had to go downstairs (whole new element) and get her sippy cup of milk and bring it back. She is still squalling and crying and sees her milk, reaches for it and goes to take a big gulp, Oh did I mention she had crawled up in our bed on my side.....AND THE DAMN TOP FALLS OFF!!! GOOD JOB MOM!!!
So now we have a pissed off kid because she just poured freezing milk on her, she is out of milk, and she is just confused because she doesn't know what the hell happened. We also have a pissed off Mom because this is going to prolong going back to sleep, I have to strip the clean sheets I just put on today, and my pillow is soaked!!! Give Dad some credit he took her downstairs got her some milk, helped to calm her down, wiped ALL the milk off of her, and then put her back in bed. Next, we had to get our bed made...since it looked like Bessie the Milk Cow exploded. One set of new sheets, a stolen blanket and pillow from the little girl and we are on our way back to sleepy land....til my mind starts going and Dad starts snoring......
However, We all survived and are all happy today.
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