Well it's almost 1am. It's normal for me to be up this late,and normally quite a bit later than this. And oddly (painfully) up wayyy too early. I don't know why I keep waking up so early after not getting nearly enough sleep. Hrm. Always seem to wake from a crazy dream,too.

In any event, I am off to bed in a minute. Recently, we decided to trade off staying up with Pele. For years (literally, Pele is 3.5), I have borne the soul brunt of staying up with her in the wee hours for many, many nights. Through colic, sleeplessness, weird schedule problems, random orneriness and thick and thin. And I am not complaining per se. Jeremy has always been kind and helpful, but I always 'felt it my duty' to stay up with her for some reason. I mean, to be the one who takes over night duty, that is. But I realized--10+ hours with her during the day...PLUS night chaos? Doesn't make sense. So I am trying to cut myself some slack here. My sleep deprivation is making me a bit loony. I can tell that my performance and general mood has gone down the major $hitter lately. So I decided I really should accept Jeremy's offer to help. So I did. I try not to feel guilty about it. I've spent countless hours parenting Pele, and I am going to try to remind myself of that as I attempt to get some sleep.

Good night,

Hannah