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I put Chloe to bed last night a little before 10pm for the night. She went down with no problems. I told her a quick bed time story, sang twinkle twinkle little star, said "I Love you" and closed the door behind me. My husband and I stayed up late so we can do whatever we didn't get to do while she was awake and spend some time together talking and watching TV. Around 2am, we were getting ready to get to bed when we heard Chloe wake up with a cry. We turned off everything and went in to the room to soothe her and get ourselves to sleep as well. Upon entry into the room, a little someone was sitting up in her bed, wide eyed and bushy tailed. "Oh no," I thought to myself. I was tired and really didn't want to have to stay up any longer to get her sleepy again. I picked her up to soothe her. She had awoken from a nightmare. She said she dreamt with monsters and wanted to sleep in the "big bed". I put her between my husband and I. Selfishly I gues

I think I'm a very patient, loving and understanding person but there are some days where all the wrong buttons are pushed and I feel like I'm going to lose it and scream. Today was one of those days. The culprit? A certain three foot tall diva that calls herself Co-ee. Last night we brought in the New Year at church. We celebrated with our fellow brothers and sisters and ate some finger foods. We arrived in our house at about 1:30am and we all went to bed around 2. I thought for sure Chloe would sleep in since she went to bed so late, but she didn't. Chloe woke up around 9 and I couldn't be more grouchy. I was able to get her to sleep another hour with me in the bed between my husband and I but that was it. She was up and ready to play. Luckily my husband saw how tired I was and took the baby to the living room to watch cartoons. I thank God for him because I just needed a little more time to sleep if I was going to function properly. The afternoon went along jus