This growth spurt thing is crap. It's five in the morning and I still haven't gone to sleep. Yesterday I woke my mom up at five because I was scared I was gonna lose it if she didn't take her, and then I cried myself to sleep. She used to actually have her nights down. She might stay up til three, but then she'd sleep at least six hours. Now she's out all day, but takes thirty minute power naps at night before waking up and bawling. She eats and eats and eats. I'm supposed to return to work soon and I don't know how in the world I'll do it... Erik works nights now. He can't stay up with her and let me get sleep anymore. He's not even home.
I hate this. I love her, but I hate this.