One of those days

I took a shath this morning.

Or was it a bower?

You know - when you have a drain that drains so slowly you're not sure if you're taking a shower or a bath up to your ankles and you wonder, do you sit down in it to conserve water, or...?

Yeah, it's going to be one of those days.

And the way I see it, it's going to wind up being one of those weeks.

I know you guys have been really kind letting me go on and on about my sleep woes, but please let me just say it this once more: sleep deprivation SUCKS.

I'm not talking about getting up once or twice during the night.

I'm talking about eight or ten times. Or more.

I'm talking about being up for the day at 3:30 am because he wouldn't go back to sleep.

If we want to make sure we don't have another week like this, it is time to cry it out a little, people, and it's either us or him. (Him being PJ.)

And since we've been crying for about four of the last five months, we're going to let him have a turn.

Starting tonight.

God help us.