YEA ME! I got a good night’s sleep!
I feel so much better. I may even live.
Last night, Tony took the baby and I went to bed early. He just brought her in when she needed a sip and then took her away again, to burp, sooth and lull. I can’t tell you what a gift that was.
I told Tony’s weary, raggedy self this morning (as he was getting ready for work – bless his big-old heart) that I felt much less like a crazy person, and I ached a lot less. He mentioned that sleep deprivation WAS in fact a form of torture. Then I had this vision of Saralyn, wrapped in a pink Chainman Mao onsie with giant epaulets on the shoulder, having a powwow with Osama bin Laden and Pol Pot discussing waterboarding techniques…
Perhaps the madness lingers like a bad dream. But I really do feel rested and ready for the rest of the day… Even making pies.