It's now four weeks since the boy's sleeping went awry and I'm worn out. Boringly, frustratingly worn out.
He slept so wonderfully, I thought I'd finally got my 'good' sleeper after years of dealing with non-sleeping children. Not so, it seems.
Everyone keeps telling me I should be happy that he slept well for a time. It some ways though, it's more frustrating as I know he can do it, so why isn't he doing it now?
I'd be fine if it was once or even twice a night, but it's usually 3 or 4 or more times a night. Last night he was up 4 times, 3 of those times for longer than an hour each. This doesn't include the times that Goosey got up.
I'm tired. Skip's tired. My back and legs ache from settling and holding and rocking. It's so ridiculously boring.
My head is fuzzy and I'm not with it at all.
So let's forget about all that boring stuff and concentrate on the good. Like Mad Men and the fact that it's coming back, very soon!