Connie Is Trying to Kill Me

I'm sure you have seen Connie's comments. She got me addicted to the show Saving Grace.

I must back up. Last night I decided that it was a Very Good Idea to put the kids to bed early (Claire was fussy, MG has her preschool open house today, and the Fall Schedule of Madness is officially beginning) and I thought, "Wouldn't it be a Very Good Idea to get these kids to bed early, so that they're ready to take on all these New Activities tomorrow?" We started bedtime at 8 pm. They were both asleep by about 8:30.

This is where Connie and her plot come in... I came downstairs and watched a bunch of back episodes of Saving Grace (I'm trying to catch up and figure out who is related to whom). BJ went to bed at 10:15. I said, "Eh... One more..." and watched one more. Then another.

I didn't go to bed until 12:30 am.

Fast forward to this morning. Mary Grace woke me up at 4:30 am because she had to go to the bathroom (why I needed to be involved in this project remains a mystery). I stopped by the nursery on the way back to bed to shut the windows and cover Claire up. I woke Claire up.

I spent the next 90 minutes noodling Claire, and telling Mary Grace to "be quiet," "keep your hands to yourself," and "go to sleep for the love of God," before I finally gave up and brought them downstairs.

Claire was back asleep by 7 am. Mary Grace remains awake and whiny and annoying. It doesn't help that I got less than 4 hours of sleep.

It's all your fault, Connie. I will be dropping the girls off at your house around noon, and then napping in your driveway!

(I predict that a certain horse riding, photo snapping cop and mommyblogger I know is going to develop a huge crush on "Butch" - pictured above - if she starts watching this show!!)