I just re-read my last post. I read it aloud to Faris and we laughed until we cried. What a depressing post!
You see, last night was the Sunday night end of a difficult week. And Sufyan was already waking up every 35 minutes screaming (ear maybe?) by the time I wrote that…
my prospects for even a relatively descent night had flown.
And sure enough, here I sit like a dried out corn husk drinking Yerba and reflecting on the MAYBE 3 hours of sleep over the course of the night I got.
Sleep like seasoning, tossed over a salad of crying and kicking.
Sleep should be a main dish, Sufyan.