For sale: my soul.
Asking: a decent night's sleep, OBO.
For: the love of all that is good and merciful.
I keep saying that I have Reached My Limit with this fractured, erratic, nightly scream-fest of baby sleep pattern (er, not-sleep, not-pattern?)... but a limit is a choice, and I keep pushing the limit further out because to do otherwise would end in a clinical diagnosis. Of the Crazies.
So! We keep plugging ahead! Marching into a new day with irrepressible hope! He has to sleep someday, right? Right!
Let's hear some of your favorite sleep (or not-sleep) stories.