The Girl decided, for reasons unknown, to start wailing at 4 a.m. I found her curled up on the rug in her room bawling, with her big brother sound asleep, oblivous to the racket, in the next bed over. One major flaw with toddler beds is that they are really not made for parents to cuddle up with their kids in -- especially not mothers with bellies as wide as the mattress. I brought the girl back to my room, where she proceeded to wiggle, chat and complain until around 5 when I decided to take her out to the kitchen, so that Justin could sleep a bit. She wanted food right away, so maybe this was all caused by hunger. Then I curled up on the loveseat and she came over with a book and "read" herself back to sleep. She only slept long enough for me to doze off, but I guess that was better than nothing.

Inspite of being exhausted, I feel less cranky right now than yesterday. However, I suspect that it wouldn't take too much to turn me into a weepy bowl of jello, so I hope for a calm and quiet day today.