wouldn't you know it?

I went to bed late last night after book club (1:00).
Then I couldn't get to sleep (very unusual).
Then I was awake A LOT during the night (not kid-related, also very unusual).

This morning I feel like the walking dead. And my back hurts.

So I went to drop Eva off at preschool wearing my pajamas.

I regretted it pretty much as soon as we were on our way, but I didn't turn back for fear of being late.

So wouldn't you know it? Today was the day that Eva decided she was too scared to walk down the stairs - even though she definitely did want to go to preschool - and she wanted me to carry her.

I couldn't do it, both because my back hurt and because I'm trying to nudge her gently along to a little more independence.

Today's the day she had a tantrum in the driveway, attracting the notice of all the other kids and their parents. While I'm wearing my pajamas and have bare feet.

There was a sweet dad that looked my way and said, "You're doing a great job! Keep it up!"

Bless that dad.

(She ended up not only walking down the stairs but doing it without even holding my hand! Will wonders never cease.)