Broken record

I have been informed that the some of you (or, actually, just one of you) is not content with my diary as of late. You know, with the falling off the face of the earth and all.

Three words: new nap schedule. Also, child not sleeping. And, tired all the time. (Yes, that last one was four words. Shut it.)

Seriously, any entry written on here over the last month would go something like this, "WHINE WHINE WHINE TIRED WHINE WHINE WHINE NOT SLEEPING WHINE WHINE WHINE." So I've refrained.

I mean, there are aspects to my life other than child-rearing, of course, but when I'm this tired all the time, I can't remember anything beyond what happened in the last five minutes. It's really pathetic.

And I'm sitting here staring at my computer, sure that I'll come up with something clever to write about, and I just can't. Agh. The good news is that The Child seems to be slowly inching her way back toward normalcy. I am thinking, though, that this new nap schedule was a bad idea. No morning nap, and then a three-hour afternoon nap. Except those three hours are two hours, no matter how tired she is, and it is making me foam at the mouth. The first two days were great. Crappy morning followed by three hours of silence, followed by good afternoon and evening. Not so much now. Feh. But at least now she's sleeping until 6:30 or better, which is definitely an improvement from what she was doing, which was waking up and screeching like a Nazgûl anywhere from 2:30 to 5:30 in the morning, and then taking an hour to get back to sleep. That was tons of fun.

So I'll be back shortly. Today has been much better. I am optimistic about the future. Yesterday I was not. Yesterday I was pretty sure that having two of these things hanging off me at all hours was going to kill me. Now I think I may make it, possibly with the assistance of drugs, but I may make it. Yay!

I'm being fired

Incredibly Cute Neglected Little Baby seeks Parents Who Care
Enjoys eating, eating, eating and chewing, chewing, chewing.
Boobs also important.
Playtime between 2:30am and 5:30am very important; I do punish
negligence by screaming until I gag.
Recreational screaming (not to be confused with upset screaming,
though they sound the same, which is why PWC must gaze at me
adoringly 24/7) is new favorite activity, as eardrums are optional.
PWC must be telepathic and have arms and backs of steel, as I require
much attention and alternate periods of carrying, rolling on floor, and
frequent changes of scenery and toys.
PWC must enjoy +5 Fingernails of Sharpness in soft, sensitive flesh.
Strangers strictly forbidden, even if they go by "Grandma" or "Grandpa".
PWC must provide strings, tags, power cords, remote controls, and
kitty cats who love to be chewed on.