Nothing is like a good night's sleep!

If you have not experienced the joys of being awaken mid-REM, night, after night, after blessed night, to the not-so-gentle-tunes of a crying toddler standing right there by your night stand, her silhouette much more imposing in the dark of the night, let me tell you just a little bit about what it's like... it's a little bit like experiencing Chinese water torture on a night of shellfish poisoning.

If you have a good sleeper, Congratulations to ya!

If you have been or are currently experiencing night wakings with your beloved toddler, and its many wonderful, colorful side effects on your little one's nerves including over-tiredness during the day, moodiness, irritability, heightened sensitivity, inability to follow directions, loss of hearing, loss of appetite, and new found irrational fears, just to name a few... I want you to know that that you are not alone my friend!

And after you summon every ounce of will in your being to peel your tired body off the mattress in the morning, take a longer-than-usual, slightly colder-than-usual shower to gently jump start your dead battery, savor a strong cup of coffee, you glance over at your tiny night-monster and in the light of the day you find her magically much smaller than you imagined her to be and so much cuter, you can't help but to chase her and squish her in your arms.... and the show must go on....

So, you open that long promised box of ginger-bread houses from Christmas that you never found time for, whip up a gallon of thick icing sugar glue, put on your favorite nursery tunes, and have a fun morning building a tiny village of cookies and candies...

And then the soul soothing mixture of laughter, crafts, cuteness and songs of Sunshine and Rainbows makes you believe that tonight will be different...

And suddenly, just like that the stormy season passes. The End.... NOT REALLY, BUT HERE'S TO HOPING!

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