Yesterday after work I headed to Massachusetts to see my sister and little baby Lucas again. I figured I wouldn’t get much sleep. Little did I know that the no sleep would be because of my boys, not Tracy’s.
Lucas is a pretty sound sleeper. Sure he wakes up more often than any sleep-deprived parent would like, but I swear, this kid makes the quietest little requests to be fed. No screaming at the top of his lungs like another little guy I know. It’s like “waa,” done.
Instead, I was kept awake by regular text messages from Nathan informing me that neither him nor Theo were sleeping. Every time I'd get back to sleep, I’d hear a beep. “Still screaming!” I’d read.
Don’t get me wrong, I feel awful for Nate. Dealing with an awake-all-night Theo solo is no picnic, I’m sure. And poor Theo. Why can’t the bugger find his Zzzs? But for the love of Christ, why are you dragging me into this no sleep zone??!!