i am tired. oh. so. tired. H. has decided that sleeping is purely optional. i tried discussing it with him rationally, but to no avail. here is a sample of our evenings of late:

me: come on, sweetie. it's time for bed.
h: *grunt* and *squirm*
me: it's sleepy time for momma. it's four am.
h: *squirm* *wail*
repeat above lines several times until B. says: should i go sleep on the couch?
or better yet: what's the matter with him?

i won't lie, when it's the latter question from my husband i get a little fussy myself. i don't know what's wrong with him. i speak baby speak as well as you do. it's not like i can tell H. to use his words, all that would come out would be dada, doggy, and mmmgood. that's not much help. at this point i drag myself from bed and pick up the child. we then retreat to the front part of our living space (have i mentioned how desperately i want my remodel done and H. to have his own space?) and i give H. a drink and some apple sauce and then put him on the floor to scoot to his hearts content while i doze on the couch. at about 5ish he is ready to return to bed...only to awaken again at 7.

did i mention i'm tired? so tired.