Somewhere between 4 and 6:30, the time when P first woke up (having a fit) and the time I finally got out of bed because I was so pissed I was not being allowed to sleep, she decided to drop her full 40 pounds on my peacefully sleeping form.  She focused that energy in her elbow, which ended up planted in one of my internal organs (I’m a little vague on which one – I think my liver, but I’m hoping it’s a kidney, because I have a spare).

Not a great way to wake up.  Coffee doesn’t even help. (On the positive side, her bedtime last night took forever, but was mostly without tantrums.)

I just heard commotion upstairs, where they have a 2 1/2 year old.  I guess we’re all up early this Sunday.