Madison sleeps about as well as a raccoon on caffeine. She hates going to bed and it's a rare night when we don't wake up to find her in our bed, attached to Heather's back like a dorsal fin.
Worse, she has taken to thinking of me as some kind of monster. When I notice she is awake and go into her room at night to try to keep her there, she belts out blood-curdling screams like I was a humpbacked bell-ringer with leprosy. I retreat from her room back to my belfry, reduced and belittled.
Not the welcome I would hope for actually. Please let this be a phase.
