REM Sleep

Our youngest, Princess Punkin', is teething...

This means that no one is sleeping except our oldest, who has that incredible deep sleep of an active two year old. And boy does little Punkin' have pipes! I remember my buddy Paul telling me that his second child was quiet and easy-going; neither of my girls can be described that way...

So I'm losing REM sleep...

I'm being woke up every two hours or so, when it's my turn or not to deal with the poor wee one. I'm OK to do it, but my brains are starting to scramble: I'm feeling drunk during the daytime: that otherworldly sheen that the world takes on when you're on whiskey number five - minus the lack of co-ordination and feelings of impregnability that come from a bottle.

People keep telling me that having two kids this close together is great: when the youngest is ten! Until then it's double-teaming hell.

Even spreading the child care chores with Rue isn't keeping fatigue at bay for either of us. Sometimes I wonder how she keeps going. I think she's tougher than I am...and her cooking is much better.