I haven’t washed my hair since Saturday. The babies are playing with cups and spoons. Althea just ate a piece of paper when I wasn’t looking. It’s 8 a.m. and I’ve been up since 4. Things are not looking good for today.
Sleep in general has been a nightmare, so to speak. Over the past five or six or god-knows-how-many-at-this-point weeks or so, the babies went from sleeping through the night, to waking once a night, to waking up to four or five times a night, back to waking once. Last night, I stirred awake at 4 a.m., expecting the girls to wake any moment. Go figure, they slept through till 6:30 this morning. I, of course, did not.
Back when the girls went through some sort of horrible four-month sleep regression thing, I found Ask Moxie, so I turned to her for this latest sleep problem. And I’ll be damned if I didn’t find this and this. Seven months and nine months are very common hell months and, since these things take a few weeks to work themselves out, we can say that months seven through nine are shit.
As soon as I can make a coherent thought into text, I’ll write a real comment. For now? I’m going to go make another cup of caffeine to get through the day.