This past week, Alexis has been a little sh*t. You know I don't normally swear around here (and am slightly editing because) this whole shebang is for Alexis and I don't really want to argue with her some day about whether or not it's OK to say whatever word (Ha! As if there is any way out of that lovely discussion!). Frankly, that's the only word that describes what she's been doing lately. She's been a little sh*t.

Long, long ago, in a land very near here, there was a child who was a fabulous sleeper. Her Mother had been very regimented about the whole Stay in Your Bed and Don't Bother Me at Night Law of the Land and it had worked. Weeks would go by with the child peacefully sleeping through the night and leaving the parental units alone between the hours of 9:00pm and 6:00am. It was a blissful existence.

And then came Christmas.

Christmas where the little family spent a week in a hotel and the simplest sleeping arrangement was to have the child sleep in the big bed with the parental units. Apparently the sweet child grew very in love with this arrangement because upon the return home, she refused to sleep through the night and she refused to stay in her own bed all night long.

Months went by and the Evil Mother battled the child night after night after night after night before finally deciding that letting the kid wander into the Parental Unit's bed in the middle of the night was preferable to dying of sleep deprivation.

And so it came to be that Alexis ended up in our bed every. single. night for months on end.

Every night. For months.

Until this past week.

Suddenly, on Day One of the Staycation, Alexis stayed in her own bed. Sleeping. Until 8:30. Why yes, she didn't just stay in her bed all night, she SLEPT IN.

Be still my heart.

On Day Two of the Staycation, she did it again. And again on Day Three. And Day Four. In fact, she slept late IN HER OWN BED every single day of Staycation.

The little sh*t KNEW we didn't need to get up and thought it would be fun to screw with us.

Mr. Husband has to be up at 5:30 tomorrow morning, and I have to be up at 6:15. $100 says Alexis wakes up screaming at least four times and ends up wrapped around my head like a Toddler Helmet before 2:00 am.

The little sh*t.