We’re ready to cry. It doesn’t surprise me how quickly a good sleep schedule can unravel into a hellish limbo of uncertainty. We’ve been through it more than a few times. The thing that does amaze me is how quickly Trixie’s schedule takes a toll on our mental state. And for once I don’t mean the effects of sleep deprivation — I mean our expectation of what’s normal, of what we can place out trust in. That has now been shattered.
On the whole it hasn’t been a great sleep week. Trixie either has allergies or maybe a mild cold and it seems to have affected her sleep. Everything came to a head yesterday morning:
Wakes up: 6:10 am. (too damn early)
My thoughts: Well, at least she’ll take a good nap.
Afternoon nap: 1 hour 23 minutes (too short by 40-60 minutes)
My thoughts: Well, at least she’ll go to bed early.
Won’t go to sleep until: 10:10 pm (the latest she has ever stayed up. Also the longest she has ever been awake for one day: 14 hours, 36 minutes)
My thoughts: Well, at least she’ll sleep-in in the morning.
Wakes up: 5:51 am (the shortest overnight sleep in more than a year: 7 hours, 41 minutes)
My thoughts: I’m going to sell her.