We've had a few rough days around here lately. Lots of tears, grumpy kids, too much fighting, and not enough naps.
It was starting to wear me down.
I thought last night would be the end, but it wasn't. I was hoping that an early bedtime would mean more sleep. More sleep would, of course, mean happier children. What I wasn't counting on, though, was that fact that in this house, bedtime does not always mean sleep.
Although bedtime came early, sleep did not.
Fortunately, this morning was BSF. The timing was perfect, as usual. Not just the fact that we were all out of the house, but I heard just what I needed to hear. Funny how it always seems to work out like that.
And now, only ten minutes after laying the girls down for their naps, they are fast asleep. Apparently, the nap that Catherine so adamantly denied needing was, in fact, just what she needed.