Lizze and I finally have a night off and we have the ability to sleep, without worry about the kids. All week long, we dream of the next time we will be in this same position. We sorta live from one of these moments to the next, if that makes sense. 

When facing the amount of struggle we do on a daily basis, we need a light at the end of the tunnel. 

Here’s the fucked up part. The first chance we have in three weeks to crash and neither one of us can fall asleep. This should not be allowed to happen to parents in situations like these. 

I think the problem lies in the fact that our sleep cycles are so messed up, that even if or when we have a chance to let go and physically crash, we can’t. 

I’ve heard that this is actually a relatively common problem amongst parents in similar circumstance. 

Frustrating doesn’t quite say it…