I mean. I should be sleeping. It’s the dead of the night and my daughter finally fell back to sleep after nearly two hours of crying.

She went from sleeping through the night to waking up angry in the middle and then waking at 5am again. Because. Just because.
Well, it’s because she’s growing and developing and changing. It’s exciting and amazing and right, but boy is it exhausting.
I want to be able to hold her and cuddle her all night. But I have nowhere to do that safely. Nor will that work out the way I think it might.
It’s so frustrating to have spent so many hours (hours!) trying to figure this sleep thing out, only for it to all go to shizzle.
But now she’s asleep and I’m still awake. Maybe it’s time to sleep, too.