What is it with kids and their dislike for sleep? I just don’t get it. All moms know the feeling: dozing off, warm and snug, dreaming of something fantastic, like never folding laundry again, then, WHAM!, a little ankle biter runs into your room, screaming something ridiculous, like, “why is the door looking at me?!” Como what? Have you lost your mind? Of course, you think this to yourself, or did you? I can’t remember. Continue reading “The 5am Wake-Up (and Veggie Lasagna)”