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We had another fun-filled night of no sleep with the Toddler who seems bent on returning to the Bad Old Days of 2006/Early 2007. The ones with no sleep ‘til Brooklyn.
We adults painted skin and rags onto our corpse-like forms in broad, messy strokes, and slumped downstairs to the breakfast table.
Husband: Do you want a sip of my coffee?
Me: No. You know I hate the way caffeine makes me feel.
Husband: You mean awake?
Exactly.
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Try to remember the *positives* of sleep deprivation. For example, everything starts to echo and your peripheral vision plays tricks! It's like that wild party at college--except you didn't buy any beer!
It'd be nice if there was euphoria or something instead of gnawing paranoia, though.
Posted by: Jim | December 09, 2007 at 01:30 AM
Jim: STOP CALLING ME PARANOID!!
Posted by: Tammy | December 09, 2007 at 09:21 PM
I'm with ya sis! Here's hopin' it gets better for both of us.
That's what I've asked for from Santa. And if he doesn't give it up... you can bet his chocolate balls won't be so round either... if you know what I mean...
Posted by: Sis | December 10, 2007 at 06:17 PM