should be the name of NaNoWriMo, at least for moms with teething toddlers. My son went to sleep last night right on time, then was up forty minutes later and stayed up until sometime after 1:30. I don’t know exactly when he fell back asleep. I sat down outside his door for a minute, because I was so tired, while I listened for him to stop calling for me. Fast forward to 2:44, when I peeled myself off the floor, stiff, sore, and with a carpet imprint on my face. Needless to say, I don’t remember my husband trying to wake me up this morning, although I’m told I slapped his hand and said something about word counts. I got up at 8:00 and wrote until 9:30. I got 1,400 words done and then woke my son up so his schedule wouldn’t be too messed up. He is fresh as a daisy, despite getting four hours less sleep then normal. I’ve had three jumbo cups of coffee.
P.S. I added 841 words, bringing my total to 15,125. Now, I’m going to bed. Goodnight! (please, please let it be a good night!)