3:21 AM

That is the time stamped on the computer. I have been in here since 2:25. You have been awake since 2:25. There is nothing wrong. You are awake. Wide. Awake. This is a reoccurring trend that I could live without. You used to sleep 6 hours. Now it is a sporadic 3. I am waiting. Waiting to see what you will do. You are fussing. I really don't think you can put yourself to sleep again. But, I am tired. Tired of standing over your crib. Tired of trying to get you back to sleep. I am tired. I love you. I really do. You are a toot. Here has been an hour. Nothing yet. You are still awake. Wide. Awake. The problem is now you are probably getting hungry. I will go feed you. You will go back to sleep. We will start this whole shenanigan again tomorrow night. I am tired. It makes me even more tired thinking about doing this tomorrow. But, I am alas not going back to work. We now have time to dedicate to this whole sleeping thing. Lots of time. It's me and you. I give it two weeks. I pray for my sanity. But, I see light. Sometime during the next two weeks you will be sleeping soundly again. This, I am sure. Bring it on.