Diego after dark

it’s 12:30 a.m. do you know where your toddler is?  i do.  she is right here next to me.  in my bed.  speaking spanish to diego. for the second episode of this extended evening (thank god for instant netflix).  i was just finally able to turn the light off after convincing her (which was no small feet) that shadows will not, in fact, make her ear ache hurt worse.  this is after an hour of sitting in her room rubbing her back.  which came after a two-plus hour bedtime (normally a 20 minute task.)  So, i’m guessing she really is sick...

I can also add here that at some point in this evening- soon after the two plus hour bedtime (and the not mentioned three-month-old who nursed for the entire two plus hours of trying to put M to bed), a police helicopter circled precariously close to above my house with a spotlight shining in my neighbor’s backyard... this, unfortunately, is not an odd occurrence.

I can also mention that shortly before my three-year-old awoke again, i am 98% sure i heard a gunshot (a less than usual occurrence, but not the first time.)

i am tired and frustrated and hate rosy perez’s stupid voice as diego’s magic camera... that could be the exhaustion talking.  maybe.  

good night. hopefully.