When I say ‘saga’, I am referring to the inability of my young son to sleep a reasonable amount. We are back to sleep training. This must be the eighth time. And, once again, I am exhausted. Now, he is going to sleep easy, but waking at 4, 4:30, 5, 5:30. HOLY SHIT! Will it ever end? I assume it will. In the meantime, I hate everyone (especially aforementioned crappy little dog) and want to crawl into one of those sleep caverns that only happens when you are an adolescent. You know, the ones where you wake up at 1:00 p.m. having to pee, then promptly get back in bed until just before the sun starts to set. I think I am having a craving for adolescence. THAT is how you know the delirium is starting to set in.
-Betsy
Turkey Baster and a Bottle of Wine 