I often joke that Alexis doesn't sleep. Mind you, it's not really all that much of a "joke" because she really doesn't and I REALLY REALLY wish she did. Like, REALLY. The kid frequently stays awake far later than any kid her age should, only to rise again bright and early and perky. She certainly has days when her refusal to sleep catches up with her and she evolves into a two-headed bratty monster, but generally she soldiers through it. Happy.

Yesterday was a typical day, one which made it seem like she might just be a robot. She was awake ridiculously early after having gone too bed insanely late. In theory that should have meant that she would take a nap, even if only a short one.

As we piled into the car on our way to a play date, I figured I would toss a few more ingredients into the Take a Nap Stew. I set the music just right. I explained to Alexis that if she took a nap, when she woke up she would get to play with her friends. I even made sure I took the least bumpy route possible.

She spent the entire trip telling me about how she was going to be good and take a nap. Lots of talking. No sleeping.

After several hours of playing hard and having way more fun than a kid should be allowed to have, I thought FOR SURE she would fall asleep in the car on the way home. I even made sure that it would be horribly inconvenient if she did by deciding to make a stop along the way.

She still didn't fall asleep.

Until we were less than 10 minutes from our house. At 7:00pm. When she still hadn't eaten dinner.

She was in a fantastic mood when I got her out of the car. And by "fantastic" I mean, have you seen my head? Because she bit it off and spit it out. I haven't been able to find it since.

Five packs of fruit snacks later, she recovered and then proceeded to stay up way past my bedtime.

Today could best be defined as lather, rinse, repeat. Only, there was no long car ride, so she wasn't presented an opportunity to take a pseudo-nap.

Which is probably why she ate dinner and then promptly disappeared behind the couch. I found her like this:

Anybody brave enough to come over and move her to her bed? Anybody? PLEASE?

And how great is my life that this is my biggest worry at the moment? I mean, really.