waking up two hours after drifting off to find yourself laying in a wet bed because your toddler daughter has not been able to keep herself from peeing in the bed.
Nice.
I went to bed early – around 10 p.m., and at 11:45 p.m. I woke up thinking I was very sweaty. However, when I touched the mattress near CootieGirl I realized she had wet the bed. Not only was she wet, and the bed wet, but *I* was wet. Gross. So I stripped the bed (fortunately the upper sheets were bone dry, and the sheet and two fitted mattress pads had to be removed), and laid a towel over the mildly damp mattress (the spot was infinitesimal compared to how wet the sheet was). I then put CootieGirl in fresh clothes and changed my own as well.
We quickly fell back asleep, but CootieGirl became a supreme bedhog – complete with flinging her arm over my face a couple of times. So even though I went to bed at 10 p.m. with a 10 minute interuption at 11:45 p.m., I still managed to get very little sleep.
I did have one interesting dream though. Can’t remember too many details, but it had something to do with having to choose between two different men on New Year’s Eve: one that offered me a rose and one that offered me a delightful seafood hors d’oeurve. If I recall, I chose the one with the food (it helped that he was hot) and then was horrified the next day to discover that when he went swimming he wore a bright yellow speedo thong. That’s about all I remember of that dream.
So today I think we’ve decided that Marmie and I are going to see a noon showing of “The Queen” while Pop stays and keeps CootieGirl company. YAY for a movie in a movie theater!