Sleep, the bad and the good
Yesterday morning I was so tired that I fell asleep (SITTING UP, I fell asleep sitting up!) while playing with Bat Girl and she fell off the couch. I knew I was pushing it--I had stupidly gone to bed at midnight the night before (vacuuming, sweeping, doing dishes, nothing fun, trust me) and then BG was up every two hours and up for the day at 6. I was so tired, I was practically hallucinating. I was so tired, I felt sure I was going to have a psychotic break. I was so tired, I kept dozing off as I sat next to BG on the floor while she banged her toys together and tried to scale the TV stand (don't worry, we've blocked it off with pillows so she can't actually climb it, but she does like to stand up and pat the TV screen).
So perhaps removing to the couch was not the brightest idea I've ever had. The scary thing is that I didn't even see it happen. One minute I was sitting right next to BG--literally in contact with her body--holding her by the ankle just in case. The next thing I knew, there was a thud and she was lying on the carpet. Yikes.
(She was totally fine, btw. She cried but only for a minute. And this is not as bad as when my husband had her and she fell off the bed onto the hardwood floor. But I still feel like a bad mommy.)
I went to bed at 10:30 last night and BG only got up ONCE all night AND slept until 6:30. I haven't slept this much in MONTHS. Woohoo!