The End of my Wits

Oy.  I am at my wit's end with this child at night.  Last night she woke up every hour . . . for seemingly no reason.  Steven leaves for the Wichitas tonight and won't be back for 9 days (more importantly, 9 nights!)  I'm going to have to buckle down and let her do some crying it out at night.  This morning she is as happy as a little clam - a little clam who doesn't let her parents sleep for more than 45 minutes at a time.  

Let me tell you some stupid things I've done this week (probably from lack of sleep).

- bought my lunch at the Taco Mayo drive thru, drove all the way back to school, went in the building, and realized I paid for it and left . . . I had to drive all the way back and explain that I was the crazy person who left without my meal

- nearly ran a red light, after I had already stopped for it.  i think i hallucinated and thought it turned green, and steven had to stop me

- forgotten many, many, many things that i had heard just an hour or so before

I don't think good sleep is in the stars for me this week.  I love this little gal.  She is a whole lot cuter to me in the daylight then she is when it's dark out.  Just saying.