Week 29: The timing of children...

I thank God for my in-laws that keep my son a couple days every week so my fiance and I can get some rest and other things accomplished. If it weren't for them I don't think I'd ever remember what sleep was. Which is why I am writing again in the middle of the night. After finally reaching a comfortable level of sleep, where I am beginning to enter that dream state; I am abruptly brought back to this zombie state by a crying toddler. Why is it that children always know the exact moment of their parent's relaxation in which to interrupt? Whether it be a much needed mid-day nap, or a long awaited rendezvous with our husbands [to-be], or an important business call... Toddlers always have the timing of a menstrual cycle; wrong place, wrong time...