Non-news flash: I am sleep deprived, and getting desperate. This is because I truly enjoy being awake, and it would also come in handy for finalizing plans for Max's bar mitzvah (a mere FOUR WEEKS AWAY). Plus it would enable me to quit doing fuzzy-brained things such as driving to Staples then coming to a dead stop in the middle of the store because I've momentarily forgotten what I came there go get.
Ben continues to be a non-napping baby by day. You'd think that would make him sleep through the night at this point but, nooooooo. He's five months old and sticking with the all-night buffet plan.
Yes, it's time to sleep train Ben, only Dave and I were wimpy about it with Sabrina and Max and nothing's changed.
|Longtime readers might recall when Dave and I tricked out Max's room to get the kids out of our bed; we put blow-up beds on the floor and told them they were "camping out."|