Part of the reason I am so cranky about the random light theft is that I’m cranky in general.   I am sleep-deprived and therefore ready to lash out at just about anyone about anything.  Unlike many people, I absolutely need 8 hours of sleep a night – really, at a minimum.  And lately I’m not getting anywhere near that.

(Yeah, I just got back from vacation a week ago, but let me tell you, it doesn’t take long to go into negative sleep territory when your child has launched a full-on sleep strike.)

Elsa has been sleeping well for months.  Really, no complaints.

Until this week.  She is now refusing to go to sleep for at least an hour, sometimes more, after I put her down, she wakes up in the middle of the night every night for about 45 minutes to an hour, and then wakes up crazy early every day.  And it’s getting worse.

Here are her wake-up times this week:  Sunday, 5:00. Monday, 5:30. Tuesday, 5:15. Weds, 5:00. Thurs, 4:15. And today, 3:45.   Sweet Jesus.   We are talking WIDE awake, ready for the day, and insisting on getting up.

Nothing else has changed – she has the same nap schedule as always, same bedtime as always, etc.  What the hell is going on?  Somebody tell me how to stop this horrible progression.

I am frustrated and exhausted.  I’m getting maybe 5 hours of sleep, which is OK for a night or two, but this many days in a row it makes me start to break down.

Today I actually cried (pathetically, to myself) after 45 minutes of negotiations with Elsa (AKA her yelling “Mama I’m done!” from her room and me alternatively ignoring her, which caused her to escalate into hysterics, and then cracking and yelling “It’s not morning yet – PLEASE go back to sleep!” from my room, about 20 million times and/or going to her room and telling her sternly that it was still night time) failed to work and she was absolutely refusing to go back to sleep.  If I were a prisoner of war, I would have signed any confession they put in front of me to get just one more hour of sleep.

I have to work, so naps are not an option.  Have been trying to get to bed earlier, but work and life obligations make that tough to do.  Even when I get there kind of early, my brain won’t turn off.

I’m having a little pity party that I don’t have the kind of parent who will take the grand-kid for a night.  Right now I would pay almost any price for one night’s solid sleep and the ability to wake up whenever I am ready.

I know parents of newborns do this all the time. And some parents handle much more than this, with grace and good attitudes.  They are obviously made of stronger stuff than I.

Right now I’m mainlining caffeine and trying not to think about what the weekend holds.