Winter is (not) Coming

 I have a confession to make: it's my fault it never snows.

 No, no, no, I'm not Mother Nature. 

But it is my fault. 

Let me explain: 

Emma is the worst sleeper in the history of . . . . . well, ever. 

When she was a baby (last winter - also known as the long autumn) I averaged about 4 hours of sleep each night. 

Ouch. 

The past few months she has done pretty well - most nights she goes to bed at 7:45 and wakes up the next morning at 6:30 without any sort of night-time parental assistance.

 But it seems that Emma can predict weather. Anytime there is the slightest chance for snow, she becomes nocturnal. 

I LOVE snow. But I also LOVE sleep. 

(Spoiler alert: Here's the part where I take the blame for global warming)

So you see, when it's 3 a.m., and I've been trying to cajole Emma back to sleep for hours and hours I kinda maybe sorta make this deal with God where I say that I am fine with it NOT snowing if Emma will just go back to sleep and stay asleep. 

I am so sorry. I am weak. For the sake of the planet, I will try to be stronger. 

UPDATE:
The universe threw me a pity bone and we got a dusting of snow