We have had a busy weekend and my poor little overtired monkey is feelin' it. OH, the tantrums. The crazed running in circles because she's so amped up, she doesn't know what else to do with herself. Did I mention the tantrums?
It used to be easier. She used to melt down at 6pm, and we had no choice but to leave. If she rallied, she rallied, and she'd still be okay the next day. Now she totally does the second-wind thing, where she gets this crazy burst of energy and I lose track of time and fail to get her in bed at a reasonable hour. I watch her toss and turn for an hour on the spy-cam, but know that she will still be up the next day at 5am. God help us if we have errands to run, because she'll fall asleep in the car, pushing back her nap, which pushes back her bedtime, which perpetuates the cycle. GAH.
Today we stuck close to home. She woke up in such a foul mood, we didn't really have a choice. It was totally obvious I'd stretched her way too far and the entire focus today needs to be on SLEEEEP.
Minus her power nap in the car? She fell asleep eating lunch at 11:45. Here begins the novena that she sleeps until at least 2:30.