So she's almost two...
And sleep is a myth, a story, a fable I'm told in the night by parenting books read by the light of my raw, red-rimmed eyes, burning sleepless holes in my face. Augh.
OK, it's not that bad. But she's almost two, and she's a toddler like she was designed to be - No! Stop! Wait! Wanna! Now! Mine! Bikkit bikkit! PURPLE balloon!
Sleep is for wimps and sissies.