I jinxed it. I said his sleep patterns couldn't get any worse, but they did. SPT decided to wake every hour after midnight, and woke up at 3 am. Just woke up. Done. Done sleeping for the night. My hubby, the amazing guy that he is, took SPT to "the chair" (affectionately known as the "Chair of Slumber") until 7 am when SPT finally fell asleep in time for the alarm to go off. Who am I kidding? There is no alarm anymore! That's called SPT.
What caused this mind-numbing sleep pattern? Halfway through the day, I realized SPT was drooling and chewing on his fingers constantly. One millilitre of Tylonel could have brought a little shut-eye to my life. But really, when you're this far behind on your sleep, what difference does a couple of hours make?
