No Rest For The Brooked

Brooke and sleep are like oil and water. And not in a cool, salad dressing-ish way either. She's been waking up and not wanting to go back to sleep. And her new twist has been to scream at the top of her lungs as if we were torturing her. Last night Heather was up with her for a couple of hours and Brooke would throw a major hissy fit when she was put in her bed. Then I took over and she was so wiped out by that time that she collapsed like a wet noodle. Only then did she sleep. It was a minor miracle that Zach, the lightest sleeper in the place, didn't wake up. I still can't figure out how that happened. Madison could sleep through a carpet bombing nowadays, so we were ok there.

Madison went through a phase like this, but with her it was possible to pat her back and get results. Not so with her little sister.

Here's a toast to sleep. Our long lost friend and current adversary.