So her 5:30am wake up which by the way was way to happy that I couldn't be mad. She was so freaking well rested, she woke up with a grin from ear to ear and started the day singing, literally.
Anyway, the 5:30am wake up led to a 11:30am nap which stretched itself out to.........
wait for it..... 3 freaking pm.
Ok, I have to admit, even though I was tired, my husband and I took the 3.5 hours of no child time and partied it up. We didn't do any chores. We didn't talk about chores. We didn't talk about the baby.
Watched a cheesy commercial edited movie on tv and then promptly took a nap. While watching television we gorged ourselves on fresh nectarines, plums, grapes and watermelon. I felt like some gluttonous Roman citizen during the days of Cesar.
I am not afraid to shout out that was the best freaking date I've had in years with DH.
That rocked like nothing else.
Sure, I could have woken her up but we so needed the break.
Of course nightfall was when we paid the price for our gluttony.
At first I thought it was a good sign. At 7pm, TG asked to go to bed. Sure. I'm not going to say no.
From 7-10p my child had a freaking social network going on in bed between her stuffies and herself. Books were read. Stuffy's diapers were changed. Her diaper was changed three times as per request. At one point I think I passed out. Anywho, she finally passed out at 10 but I have only myself to blame.
Postscript: Still with the late night nap the child finds a way to hit her magic sleep. She slept from 10p-9a. It was a bumpy night as with any night when she doesn't go to bed at 7 but she still had a good chunk of sleep.