Teeth. Glorious teeth. That's gotta be it. I have a restless child--tylenol and oragel often. It seems as though she is getting a ton of teeth all at once now.
Doesn't help that I have a restless husband who is trying to sleep laying down again with his shoulder in a sling that keeps his arm straight out from his body.
Ok, I guess I will try going back to sleep. For whatever good the 1/2 hour will do me before she's up again.
Nigh-night.
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