So we’ve got one kid adjusted, and one moving the right direction. And the winner of the most stubborn internal clock goes to… me. Sigh. Four AM again. After being up for an hour in the night. And struggling to fall asleep. Can anyone explain to me why someone so flipping tired could manage to botch a full night of sleep, again?
But it’s two days down, and, what, one hundred twenty to go? See, tired people can be positive too. And a little sarcastic. And bitter. And… okay, not positive at all. Mention your additional hour of sleep / sleeping in child / gingerbread lattes at your own risk.