Brooklyn woke me up again at 4:30 AM this morning. I've been in denial but it's true. I haven't been back to sleep either. And I have even been nice to her all day. I can say "all day" at 8:30 AM because it's been 4 freaking hours since she woke me up. Now, that's not the amazing part. The amazing part is that I don't feel like being nice to her. When she scratched me, I wanted to scratch her back, ditto the pushing and screaming in my ear. I think that my inner 2-year-old sympathized with her. But I didn't do any of those things. I just held her hands down and told her to be gentle. I think I deserve a reward. Maybe not mom of the year, but certainly "Mom of the Morning of December 5th, 2008" It should come with a plaque, balloons, confetti and much applause. And a bag of Hershey's candy cane kisses. Yea. Definitely the kisses.