Well, now it's a late night with my older daughter, we'll call her K. K is 5. Boo is my younger daughter. I also have a son, my oldest, R, who is 7. He's sleeping, as is Boo, so they're not a problem. K is.
She woke me up with more of the moaning she's been doing for the past few nights. Last night, she moaned for awhile, then stopped. Tonight, there's movement at the foot of my bed and I sit up to see her standing there. Doh! I ask her what's wrong and get more moans before she claims she had a bad dream. Great. I'm tired. It's 5 am. There isn't enough room with DH and Boo for K, so I go to her bed to cuddle her. More moans. I ask her about her bad dream and get more moans and no answer. Gah! Then she says she has an ouchie and puts her hand in her mouth. I try to get her to show me and she shifts her hand around. I still can't see anything. I offer her motrin in a medicine spoon. She stares at it. I tell her to use it as a spoon and she stares at it some more before finally taking it. Then she moans some more. I try to have her show me her ouchie again and she once again crams her hand in her mouth.
Gah! Now I'm getting really frustrated so I tell her I can't see it when her hand is in her mouth, so she shifts her hand around again. After a few minutes I get her hand out of her mouth and see she's trying to show me her frenulum (that little stringy part that connects your tongue to the bottom of your mouth). It looks fine, it's normal colored. I tell her that and get yet more moans. I tell her we should try to get back to sleep, and we go lay down. More moans. <sigh> DH wakes up now, since I'm getting louder trying to get K to answer me and am getting frustrated.
There's no way I'm going back to sleep now.
DH sets her up with a PBS documentary that keeps cutting out since our non-cable doesn't work well at all, even though it comes over the stupid Cox cable. Stupid non-Cox non-cable. Our internet sucks, too. Netflix is always buffering.
So, now, after laying there fuming and getting more frustrated, I'm up and not going back to bed. It's almost 6. I hate this. K might be going back to bed, but we were going to get up at 7 on Saturday anyway (R has jui jitsu at 9) so I'm not going to bother any more. My day isn't going to go well.
