How many times can one person bitch about sleep?
If they are me? If they are me and are currently trying to figure out how the hell that little bugger is still awake? And they are oh so damned tired?
As much as they damn well please.
I knew it was too good to be true when I laid him in his bed and he fell asleep within 5 minutes. Last night he was up until 9:45 before he finally fell asleep after I whisper-sang to him. And he was awake again by 4:30.
And some asshole had the bright idea to show him how to get out of his bed and open his door and find mommy sleeping and wouldn't it be fun to stab her in the eye with this hanger? Oh yes! It would! See?? See her jump up? See the blood gushing out from where the hanger caught her skin? Fun for everyone!! (Especially fun when I find out who left the hanger on the floor for him to find because it is going straight up someone's ass sideways dammit!)
Can you tell I'm not in the best of moods?
Can you tell I'm going to rip the head off the next person who mentions how their little precious sleeps all night?
Can you tell I'd like to go back and rip off my own head for every gloating about how he was sleeping so well?
If it wasn't for the jelly belly's I stole from Girl X's Easter basket I think I'd be under a truck right now.
I need kiddie valium.
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