Ambien had to wait

So, my plan to take my ambien last night changed when I was invited for some real conversation with a real live adult last night.
I spent the evening scrapbooking and chatting with a new friend and neighbor.
unfortunately I didn't spend the night drinking a bottle of wine, as I would have really liked to because this new friend is unable to drink due to religion.
Damn.
Oh yeah, she can't swear either.
That was hard work people.
So, when I didn't get home until 10pm, I figured it was a waste and that I would take it tonight.
Here's a short rundown of my night.

10:30-ahhhh....hopped into nice warm flannel sheets to sleep the night away.
11:30-cry cry, scream scream, boo hoo, shriek shriek...the freaking teeth STILL not out. As bad as I feel for Miles, I just want him to sleep the night through. I'm afraid this is getting to be a habit. Up, motrin, teething gel, a little lovin...back to bed.
11:50-trying hard to go to sleep, but thinking about a new idea for a scrapbook page I was working on. Why is it so easy for my husband to turn off his brain when his head hits the pillow. I think he has narcolepsy. Lucky SOB.
2:47-what's that I hear? It must just be in my dreams.
2:50-no, I definitely I hear something. Must.wake.Dave.
'kick kick-tap tap'
"ugh..snort snort.."
"SHh! I hear something. Stop talking and listen"
....30 seconds of silence
....60 seconds of silence
deep breathing, obviously sleeping
'noise happens again....it's coming from under our bed.'
'KICK KICK'
....rolling over
"SHUT UP! There is something under our bed and every time you move it stops! LISTEN!"
...all of a sudden realizing what it is. Apparently word didn't get out in our house that papa mouse was taken down.
"SHIT! It's a freaking MOUSE under our bed!"
3:00-WIIIIDE awake!
3:10-wiggling anything we can to scare mouse out of our room without getting off of the bed.
3:15-after a minute of silence, we realize the bastard is still there.
3:25-
"Should I go get a trap?" asks Dave, rather pissy.
"NO! I don't want to hear the poor thing die! I feel bad enough just for killing the first one!" with a much more pissy attitude.
"but if we head it snap, we can go to sleep knowing it's gone!" totally irritated that I would feel for the poor mouse interrupting our sleep.
"I'm NEVER going to be able to sleep knowing there is a DEAD mouse under our bed!"
"oh, so the LIVE mouse eating his way through your diaper bag makes sleeping easier?"
3:45
"Fuck"
"Fuck"
4:00
"I'm going to set traps downstairs." says Dave, SO pissed right now.
"NOW? DOWNSTAIRS? He's just going to decide to go down 3 sets of stairs to find the trap?"
"Well! If he smells the peanutbutter he will!!"
'noise noise noise noise noise. From the mouse you say? No. From my husband. It apparently isn't a quiet job putting peanutbutter on 3 mouse traps.
4:30-Some how, I find my eyes closing. Sleep.
5:30-"WVAMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM"
What's THAT you say? Well, THAT is Logan, right next to my freaking face turning on the new LIGHT SABER we happened to get him yesterday. It's about 3 feet long, bright glowing red, humming at me!
After the initial jolt, it takes me forever to figure out how to turn it off.
Spent the next 5 minutes getting Logan to realize that it was NOT ok to be awake at 5:30.
Then I got to hear this from his sweet little 4yr old lips, "Well tough cookies Mom! I'm not leaving your room and you're going to just have to deal with it!"
"Really? OK, then I guess I'm going to watch news all morning long instead of Saturday morning cartoons!"
Exit Logan.
5:45-curse, swear, almost cry realizing that I'm sure to be getting up soon.
7:01-"WAKE UP WAKE UP YOU SLEEPY HEADS!!!" says a bright eyed chipper Logan.

Sometimes I wonder why we even bother trying.

Off to see if it would be really bad to take my ambien with a full glass of Merlot tonight.


*Oh, and yes, mouse number 2 was sent to mouse heaven last night. He really did follow the peanutbutter. UNLESS it was a different mouse. We're not even going to think that. That's the bad thing about having a cornfield as a back yard.

**If this post if completely hard to follow, blame it on the lack of sleep. To me, it's perfectly clear. I bet I might be the only one.