I'm not sure who is going to break into tears first, me or Chris, but frankly I am betting on me, because I have already been here about, oh, three times in the last week.
Her sleep is completely screwed up - not napping until 3pm, even when she gets up in the morning at a normal time. And the 3pm nap? It is awful, because someone who wakes up at 5pm is not going back to sleep at 8pm. Oh no. She is going to hang on to wakefulness with her little ragged claws of fingernails until 10pm or later.
And this effectively kills any chance I might have to wash dishes, watch TV, knit her something for Christmas, grade papers, read for class, or communicate with friends...which are ALL things I need to do for my sanity. Such as it is. Was. Whatever.
And yet, she will still have to get up at 7am.
So that, you know, we can do it all over again.
Except that I have to get up at 5:30. And, oh yeah, it would be nice if I could have my voice back, too.