12 nights. That's how long its been since we've slept. 12 nights. I wasn't keeping track but tonight I checked my comment on this post and recalled groaning the next morning for having the audacity to put our good luck in print.
It's hard, this no sleep thing. But we just keep pushing on. What else can we do? We still have to parent. We still have jobs and obligations and social commitments (most of which I've neglected terribly!!). The hardest thing for me is trying not to be overly dramatic. About everything. Running on 2, 3, 4 hours of sleep a night will make you start to wonder why you never realized before how much you really have to despair over. I totally see why sleep deprivation is an effective form of torture. Throw a three year old into the mix and it is enough to make you kind of wish you were living in Guantanamo Bay.
After years and years we still don't know why this no-sleep stuff happens or what to do to make it better. That's hard, too. But I'm ready now for this bad run to be over. I NEED it to be over. So: gods of sleep? If you're listening? Please, please, please throw some of your magic our way.