Isn't Henry sweet when he's asleep? Don't you just want to rip your hair out because you know that as soon as you go lie down he will start fussing and want to be fed, regardless of how recently you fed him or how deeply he seems to be sleeping? Oh wait, that's just me. The sleep deprivation has officially set in and affected my thinking patterns.
Does anyone know the appropriate sacrifice for the nap gods? I am becoming more certain every day that I have profoundly offended them. I tried to nap three times this afternoon. Henry needed food 15 minutes into the first two attempts, and poor Miss Grace awakened from her nap needing her nose blown 15 minutes into the last attempt. Normally it's okay for me to miss a nap. But when Henry stays up til 3:30, I come to prize the blessed rest more.
So what is it going to take, ye gods of daytime slumber, for me to once again enter your benevolence? I make really good granola. Shall I sprinkle some for you on my driveway beneath a full moon? Do you require something a little more substantial? Such as a child? Because I have two of them now. I'm sure Alex wouldn't mind if I used the spare. . .*
*Yes, there is a little voice telling me not to succumb to any pagan sleep sacrifice rituals. And the voice of reason will probably prevail. But the other voice is tempting right now. Oh, it's tempting.