You know how some days just seem to go on forever and by evening you are simply exhausted? And you finally get the food put away and the house locked up and all the kids to bed, complete with prayers, hugs, kisses, and stories, and then crawl into bed at 10:14 pm and snuggle into your pillow and curl up on your side with a blissful smile on your face because finally at last you can just hold still for several hours? And then, when you are just starting to twitch because you are almost asleep, right on the edge, and you smile to yourself because you love how that feels.... and right then you hear someone crying? And the sound shatters your languid daze and yanks you back from the edge of that sweet nectar of oblivion that you have waited all day for, and suddenly you are wide awake and mad as a wet cat? And though you put the pillow over your head to block out the keening, gradually you realize that your feet are cold and you have a headache just behind your eyes, and you can't go back to sleep even though the crying has stopped and so you just get up and go to the kitchen for a cup of cocoa to wait until you get sleepy again?
I hate it when that happens.