I am reaching the end of my rope. Our daughter is just not sleeping. Thus we’re not sleeping. And I’ve run out of coffee. It’s almost enough to make a grown man cry.
One of our in-town friends told us the other day that for all that we wept and moaned over our daughter’s lack of sleep and her growing assertiveness, she’s still a pretty mild child. I suppose it’s all relative, really. This is our first child, and the first time that we’re doing all of this. So her joys and her horrors become our baselines. It’s hard to get a grip when your sample size is one.
On to other news…
We are going out of town for the next few days, so posts will probably be few and far between. Just a heads up.
