Another night, another quad-awakening.

The first one was at 10:30pm, then again at 1am for a bottle, then 4, then 6. And on the last one she utterly refused to go back to sleep until I carried her downstairs and put her in bed with me.

I’m starting to believe that this little girl is deliberately testing me.   Perhaps she’s interested in documenting just how far one man can go while recovering from a cold and only resting for 45 minutes at a time.  (It takes me nearly 30 minutes to fall asleep again each time she wakes me up.)

“If I might interject here!  You sucking at sleeping really isn’t my fault, Old Man…”

She’s off with her grandmother to the library this afternoon for Mother Goose Story Time, so hopefully she’ll have a busy day and will be a bit more amenable to resting through the night tonight.

Because honestly, I don’t know how much longer I can stare at this little black and white screen, mentally pleading with the tiny flailing and screaming person it’s broadcasting to please, please, please go back to sleep.

j.s.