The Fiendling has been a complete shit about going to sleep the past few days/weeks/who-the-hell-knows-how-long-it’s-been. It’s maddening because he knows he’s having trouble falling asleep and is torn between wanting me to help him fall asleep and trying to get out of falling asleep. His stall tactics include needing a diaper, being hungry, and insisting that it is not bedtime it is morning.

He goes back and forth between wanting to sleep upstairs in his green room and wanting to sleep in my bed, but in both locations he wants me to stay with him until he falls asleep. If I leave or try to leave he screams, begs, pleads and cajoles or he blatantly leaves his room and comes downstairs. The most irritating part is that the other night, when B was out, Mix came over to help me with the boys and successfully got the punk kid to bed in about 20 minutes. Show off.

Is there some sort of common three year sleep regression I don’t know about? *** Yes! It is nice to know it’s not just me, but at least Moxie’s kid would stay quietly in his own room. Mine has a full library and a fucking train table in his room and he freaks out at the very suggestion of playing quietly without me.***

The garden is doing well. The strawberries are thriving, even  the two plants we thought were goners are coming back to life. The blackberry bushes, which looked even deader on arrival than the bare root strawberry plants, are showing little bits of green despite the fact that we still haven’t put them in permanent containers. The first round of seeds I planted directly in the boxes, lettuce, spinach, broccolini and peas have mostly sprouted. The peas are the slowest of the bunch- I only saw two that have officially sprouted, but the broccolini has grown about an inch since yesterday.  If the wildlife doesn’t get them first, it looks like we’ll have home grown spring vegetables.

I got pretty drunk at book club last week. Mixing red and white wine is never a good idea.