A bad start...

Last night, I could barely sleep. I was fine after doing some meditation and watching a movie, so I went to sleep feeling more refreshed. But I heard Pixie crying at 3:00 am. I was going to get up but I heard mom open the door of his room, so I figured she'd take him outside if he needed to do something. I stayed awake until I heard her close his door again. But about a minute later, I heard him crying again. I waited to see if mom would get up and attend him. When she didn't, I did. I'd barely opened the door, when he passed me by and went straight to my room. I tried to get him back into his room, but he hid under my desk. I was too tired to try to coax him out, so I hopped into bed. When I did, he came out from under the desk and wanted to sleep with me. I thought he'd stay for a little while, so I put on my bed. He curled up beside me and slept the whole night next to me. I'm not used to have Pixie sleeping in my bed so I could barely sleep. I woke up this morning feeling too tired to go to work. Of course, Pixie barely opened his eyes before he went back to sleep. Anyway, here I am at work, yawning. And the meeting is in 15 minutes. Ugh!