Metal Meredith

Therefore, I am inclined not to like her so much right now.

Vivienne is the anti-sleeper. She hates the Sandman. In fact, when she was younger and we suspected she was speaking Vietnamese, it was really a curse on the Sandman and all he stood for. I have been fighting her for an hour and a half to take a nap. She keeps telling me that she can’t close her eyes and she can’t put her head on the pillow and she simply cannot not talk.

Phil is a sleeper. He lurves sleep like he is seducing it. He hits the bed and lets out this semi giggle-groan-type noise that causes my eyes to roll every time. If left alone, he would only wake up to pee and eat. Of course, if you put a beer in his hand and a computer on his lap, he will stay awake for hours. But once he hits the bed, all is lost. Of course, I think he and Vivienne have some sort of sleep conspiracy going on, because he was the only one that could ever take a nap with her as evidenced in these photos:

I do enjoy my sleep, when it is uninterrupted and easy. When I wake up too many times from the snoring or from Vivienne’s protests, when the kittens decide to make my back their beds for an hour or so or when I am alternating between hot as Hades and sub zero, it isn’t as much fun and I would just rather be awake. My perfect night sleep is when Phil can’t sleep and heads downstairs to sleep on the sofa. ...Or when Nyquil is my friend.

Not Vivienne. My mother in law swore to me that kids will just sleep when they are ready. “Leave them alone,” she said, “they will take a nap if they need one.”

Not so, I later found out, not so with my little hellion.