And I couldn't sleep last night. Partly because I'm going through an insomnia cycle, partly because I was achy and couldn't get comfortable, and partly because Zeke's feet or ass were in my face most of the night.
Speaking of, Jason and I have completely lost control of bedtime. Zeke used to go to bed easily and cheerfully, right at around 8 or 8:30. Then it started creeping up to 9. Then 9:30. Oh, and he didn't want to sleep in his bed anymore. He wants to sleep with us.
And most of the time, I'm so worn out that I don't have the energy for a battle, so I let him.
But it has to stop. Tonight's going to be ugly, I fear, because the little monkey is in for a rude awakening. I firmly believe in the child-rearing lesson taught to me by Kathleen: you don't have to pick every battle, but if you pick it, you have to win.
Well, Zekey, my love, I'm picking the battle. Sorry, honey.
I dread bedtime.
And I'm heavy-hearted because a dear, dear family friend, one of my grandparents' best friends and a woman who I have known and loved my whole life, is not well. I fear another trip to Detroit for a funeral may soon be in the cards, and it tears me up to think about it.
On the other hand, today is my brother Joshua's birthday. Happy birthday, big guy. I love you.
And happy weekend, all. Maybe I'll get some rest and feel better soon.
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