I should have seen it coming. It’s a full moon. Know how I know this? No almanac, no moon charts, didn’t even look out the window.
My sons are driving me batshit crazy.
I suppose I should be grateful. A used to go a little strange every month and now it’s both boys going off the charts insane every three months. January…April…July…and now October. I wish I was making this up.
My old (doctor approved) standby of giving them benadryl to get their sleep patterns back in line hasn’t worked. They both got a dose last night about 6:30; J passed right out, but A was still awake at 9:30…and then up at 6:30. And when he’s sleep-deprived, we.all.suffer.
So I apologize for my absence. And I’m going to go crawl into a hole now until the stupid, stupid moon wanes. ‘Cause I’m really sick of this crap.