cash hasn't napped in seven days.
and while i know i should be thankful that he at least lies down for a bit and then plays quietly in his room for an hour, i'm not.
because cash is much like me in that he needs a very specific amount of sleep to function like a normal human.
without it, we turn into neurotic asshats with a propensity to run into shit. on purpose. because we're INSANE.
every day this week i've woken up thinking, YES! today he will nap!
and every day, about 4 o'clock, i start eyeing the benadryl while this tiny demon runs circles around me screaming like a banshee.
look, i get it - in the big scheme of things this is a very 'first world problem' and i should just shut the hell up.
but that's not very like me, now is it?
tomorrow i may just be praying to whatever god that will listen to give me the strength not to spike his apple juice.