Any parent can tell you the golden hour of the day is when the kids fall asleep. Freedom! It’s that time where you can read, watch a show, or maybe even just clean up the uneaten food they left all over the table in various bowls…
This week our oldest had some kind of stomach virus. (I swear it is because she won’t stop drinking the pool/bath water.) In addition to tummy troubles, she was restless, unable to sleep well, whiny, and overall, not very fun to be around.
The third night, I literally gave my husband a high five as we walked home from a friend’s house. The girls BOTH fell asleep in their strollers on the way home. I began mentally planning what to do to fill up my golden hour.
Then the little monsters woke up.
I tried all my normal tricks: breastmilk, singing, fake sleeping, the silent treatment. We took them out for another walk at 11:30pm, hoping they would fall back asleep. Immediately I should have known we were in for a long one when Ale, looking around at all the dark houses, exclaimed loudly, “Heeeeey! What’s going on here?! Why are all these people asleep?!”