You'd Get Kicked Out of the Minors With That Average

The little angel's sleeping average has dropped to 32% since the week before Thanksgiving.  Every night this week she has broken my will be waking up between 1:30 and 4 and refusing to go back to sleep. Without my back-up pinch hitter, otherwise known as my husband, I don't have the will to stay up all night every night with no chance of a nap and a hectic corporate job to deal with during the day.  We've ended up on the couch a lot.

I don't know what happened. It was all going so well with the big-girl bed.  The enticement of Elmo, the blinky-light shoes, the new stickers we got at Target last night, nothing works.  When my beloved returns, there is going to be a showdown SuperNanny-style.  But for now, I'm just...really tired.

Wah.