Please. Help me. S.O.S. Or whatever. Just tell me what I have to do
and I'll do it. I'm exhausted. I have slept four hours total over the
span of three days.
My child refuses to sleep. An hour
here and there. And then, up at 5am. He wants to play. So I put him
back to bed. I throw some toys in his crib and a few books and say
goodnight. He throws his books at me. I stub my toe on the door trying
to find my way back to our room. I get into bed. He starts to cry
again. I put the pillow over my face. My toe's bleeding. I don't care.
I get that jolty feeling in my belly when he cries. I try to ignore
him. La-di-da-da-daaaaaah... But I can't.
"Go to sleep!" I say. "Pleaaaase."
I feel like I'm in prison:
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