Just when I thought I might get some sleep

[yendi]

So, I attempted to go to bed last night, stomach still rumbling in protest, at about 11. Managed to get to sleep around half an hour later. Then, at around 12:45, I'm shot out of bed. Elayna's in the room, telling me she had a nightmare.

I pick her up (shadesong remaining blissfully asleep, as she can sleep through anything as long as she knows a lighter sleeper is around to make sure Elayna's okay), and carry her back to her bed. She didn't want to talk about the nightmare, so I cuddle with her for a few minutes, and kiss her good night again. I stumble back into bed and curl up into a ball.

Just as I finally get to sleep again, Elayna's back. And talking up a storm. I vaguely figure out what's going on, and that she hasn't gotten to sleep, and there's something about her Groovy Girl doll involved her, and some other stuff. I take her back to bed again. She insists on keeping the light on for a bit, then points out that her middle Groovy Girl doll looks funny (it had been placed on the shelf facing backwards). This apparantly kept her awake. Don't ask.

So we cuddled for a bit more, and she was finally willing to doze off, although when I attempted to close the door to keep the cat out, she woke again, so I had to leave it open.

Turns out I needn't have worried, as when I got back to our room, Max had snuck in, and was dozing on our bed. I didn't bother trying to move him, as it wasn't worth the effort. But ten minutes after I was once again under the covers, he decided to wake up and wander over to my side of the bed. And walk over my legs. Repeatedly. Fucking cat.

He then leapt off the bed, and I thought all was well. Until I heard a clunk (which, naturally enough, occured just as I was starting to doze, and shot me straight awake again). Max had leapt up onto shadesong dresser, something he knows is forbidden. He kept clomping around, nearly knocking things over. When I climbed out of bed to kick him off the dresser, he was playing 'song's harp with his tail, and looking like he didn't understand what we were doing in bed. Fucking cat.

So by this time, it was well after 2. Needless to say, it's going to be a hell of a long day at work tomorrow.

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[branwynelf.livejournal.com]

I am not laughing. I am not laughing. I am not laughing. Ok, giggling a bit maybe ...

I'm so happy other people go through this sort of thing though! I sometimes think I'm the only one who has nights where everything conspires to make sure I don't sleep. ;)