Bedtime stories over by 8:35...Cuddle time lasts for 10 minutes...Minimal protestation on getting in the toddler bed.
By 9:15, Gregg's already asleep and I'm downstairs alone in the darkened family room enjoying a glass of Malbec and hard Bavarian pretzels while watching the season premiere of Dexter (again) on DVR. Ah, pretzels, quiet, wine, and a serial killer. Who could ask for anything more?
**And she slept all night, but I did find her on the futon again this morning. Works for me.
No longer a thirtysomething!
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