Equation: One feverish, teething, gassy, moaning, groaning, sleepless baby equals two exhausted parental units who are starting the week with a negative sleep bank.
Forecast: Two older kids with coughs, stuffy/runny noses (ahead or behind their baby sister in their affliction) will result in two stressed out, barely functioning parents who will numbly try to meet their obligations.
Fact: When I have a chance to nap, I can't sleep.
Irony: When I needed sleep the least, I had all I wanted of it. Oh college days, how I miss your sleep in's. Now when I am responsible for three other lives, sleep eludes me.
Grace: Not in my strength alone do I toil...
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