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Total LUNAcy
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.
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I hear you–my son had such a hard time adjusting to first grade–most of September was awful.
The moon! THAT explains it! I could kiss you…
Ok, I couldn’t resist this pun, “Are you sure it just isn’t a phase they’re going through?” Glad that’s out of my system! Now really, my boys drive me nuts all the time! Day or night… ok, another stupid joke. It’s late. I should go to bed. And stop resorting to my kids’ sense of humor :S
That’s one phase we don’t have an issue with! At least it’s easy to predict.
I miss reading your stuff! Hang in there…
so that is what is wrong with my naughty children.