Lemonade, anyone?

They say that when life hands you lemons, make lemonade. Right? Well, I seem to keep misplacing my lemonade recipe. We are now on Week #3 of trials with Abigail and some days I feel like I am in a very dark tunnel with no chance of getting out. It began with the new separation anxiety, followed by pink eye (in BOTH eyes). Right about the same time, she managed to catch a virus including a nasty cough, develop ear infections in both ears, and of course, get COMPLETELY out of whack with her sleep. The sickness I could deal with, but this sleep thing has become a major downer and some days I need a nap myself (and, of course, Abbie has NO interest in allowing this to happen).

Tony and I are trying to deal with all of this as best as we can. But, it's really hard! We are basically two novices trying to solve a problem for which neither of us knows the solution, while running on significantly less sleep than we need to function. Oh, did I mention, the "problem" cries?? So, your heart is breaking, your mind is shot, your will keeps leaving you, and your eyes don't want to stay open. No lemonade here.

Now that Abbie is physically well, we are trying very hard to *ease* her back into the wonderful sleep routine we mastered many months ago. This promises to be a long process, and I just hope that my previous state of eternal optimism will return to help me get through. It would be good for Tony, too. I know he hates to come home on those days when I can't convince Abbie to sleep and I'm completely wiped, because my exhaustion wears on him. He has been a real trooper, getting up early with Abbie and convincing her to go back to sleep so that I can get my hour of "me time" at the gym in the mornings. Hopefully, we will soon be back to that beautiful schedule of 2 naps a day, and 11 hours of sleep at night. Then, I will most definitely be having some delicious, refreshing lemonade!