GO TO SLEEEEEP! STOP COUNTING! OH MY GAWD!
Cameron was awake, counting and fussing until almost 11 last night. He’d drift off, then wake up.
He woke up at seven.
He didn’t nap
He was so tired tonight that he barely said a word that wasn’t an incomprehensible whine. He barely touched his supper. He insisted on three ‘not usual’ stories tonight then pitched a fit that I wasn’t going to read him his favourites. So I did, though he was writhing and rolling he was so tired. That was before eight thirty.
Now, he’s going, “Oooonnnne? Twoooooo? Threeeee? Foooouuuur? Fiiiiive? Nine? Ten? Thirteen? READY! NOT! I Cooooooome!”
ITS ALMOST TEN! And I’m sick, I’ve caught what he had last week and feel rotten rotten rotten.