I'm not quite sure what is wrong with my children, but for some reason they are out to teach Tim and me a lesson. For the past five nights or so, Sophie has been getting up 3-4 times during the night. Now, if you couple this with Noah getting up 2-3 times during the night, that means we are up 5-7 times during the night (you like my math skills?). And it's not like they're up at the same time. They magically know when the other is asleep; it's like they play tag. I'm convinced there's a sensor underneath my bed that let's them know the second my head hits the pillow. Needless to say, Tim and I are in serious need of continuous sleep. On top of everything, I'm still healing from the surgery and Tim hurt his back from working feverishly on Noah's nursery. So, not only are we getting up a thousand times at night, we also walk around like we're 99 instead of 29 because we're so sore.
Tim's parents are in town, thank goodness, so they have been a great help during the day. However, they are lucky enough to escape at night to their hotel. One of the perks of being a grandparent, I guess. All I know is if this ritual continues with our children, Tim and I may have to hijack the hotel room. We know this might implicate their future visits, but desperate times call for desperate measures.
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