Well, I think our son has learned to use sleep deprivation as a torture tactic on us.

Right now it’s worse than when he was a baby. At least back then it was get up, feed, put back to bed. Now it’s… who knows. Will he come down! Will he come down again? When will he come down?

Hubby and I are, quite literally, losing our sanity. We can barely function the next day due to utter exhaustion. He tries to stay up extra late in case our son comes down, so that he doesn’t wake me, but it ends up being for naught when our son still comes in our room and wakes me up. For no real reason.

The real problem seems to be he gets himself overtired or worked up so much so that he cannot get himself back to sleep.

It’s a tough spot to be in. When I’m sleep deprived, I’m beyond cranky. And then hubby is cranky. And then our day starts off on a bad foot.

I don’t want to be mad at our son. That never helps. But we’re at our wits’ end and don’t know how to help him anymore. It feels like it’s a tough love, no-win situation.

I barely have the presence of mind to write this post, but I feel it’s necessary and cathartic.

If anyone has advice on how to help our family, feel free to share. We can’t function with so little sleep forever.