I would love to write something pithy here, but I think I have to take the rest of the week off. First of all, we are still in the horrific aftershocks of whatever Fairpoint thinks it’s playing with this internet thing, but I barely have working email and my internet is ridiculously slow, especially After Kid Bedtime when I need it. Secondly, and more huge, Zuzu is doing some kind of week-long unsleeping dance and it’s driving me to chocolate like nobody’s business. She has been waking up and then not fully going back to sleep, so that then I lie there fully awake while she’s whimpering, just waiting for her to wake up more and start really crying, so I can go get her and start all over again. I am determined not to pull her into bed with me, as hard as it is, because that’s what I did with the boys and I am still paying the price (I’m all for the family bed, as long as everyone is sleeping and is not a crazy kicker like my kids).

Tuesday night I was so tired that when I went to get her when she woke up at 11:30, I fell asleep while nursing her, sitting in the wooden rocking chair in her room. Later, I woke up and put her in her crib and went back to bed. It was 5:00. Crazy. I slept for five-and-a-half hours in a wooden rocking chair that doesn’t even come up high enough for head support. My leg was so dead I had to drag it out of the room. I’m sure it’s going to turn blue and fall off any day now.

I don’t know if it’s the full moon or more teeth or the fact that she has got some kind of crazy huge poop in the works, but I am not functionable. I can’t even come up with decent real words, see. Snore.