Oh, dear. The terror has reared its ugly head again. That means you.
You were hungry but didn’t want to eat, you were thirsty but didn’t want to drink, you were tired but didn’t want to go to sleep, and you didn’t want to get out of the bathtub after we were done with the bath. You also woke up 3 times last night, and we let you cry yourself to sleep the last time you woke up. Mom and dad are zombies right now because of you, kiddo.