Good grief.

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She got up and wandered into our room at six o'clock, after finally going to sleep after ten thirty. We took her into our bed, and twenty minutes later I got up because having someone gently stroking my arm while I'm trying to sleep is enough to drive me batty. (One of the reasons I don't want to teach primary is because I hate being poked.) Now she's sitting on my lap, fiddling with one of her stickers and happy as a clam.

I may try to nap while she's napping this afternoon, but that usually doesn't work for me, so we'll see.

At least this means she will probably nap.