Watched TV until after 1 a.m. Just couldn’t settle in and Doug wasn’t interested in staying up. Awoke this morning to the sound of Tommy making some sort of thumping and dragging noises at 4-something a.m. By 7 a.m. I could no longer ignore the noises upstairs. Amy was trying to throw the thin mattress out of her port-a-crib and it was making her quite angry. I’ve got to get her in the crib at night. It’s a choice between moving the crib up to Sarah’s room and upsetting Sarah or creating some sort of screen to block off the area of our bedroom where the crib sits from our bed. Amy just won’t sleep when she can see us. She naps in her crib during the day when we are not in the room very nicely. The crib is nicer, larger and more comfortable than the old port-a-crib. I will make a decision and do something before Friday. Everything in the world is going to get done “before Friday” because Friday is the beginning of cookie booths. None of the other girls’ parents seem interested in helping with the cookie booths so it looks like it’s just Sarah and I. I’m not getting any money from these cookie booths. I’m just trying to sell enough cookies so that the whole troop can afford a sleepover at the zoo. That costs $35 per person. Sigh. Maybe the parents will help next year.