New Baby, Sleep

The war on sleep shall continue

December 25, 2014

Journal entry- December 24, 2014.

The war on sleep is not over. Our side has made advances in the last few nights, and we will not relent.

The man thinks otherwise, but I don’t care what he thinks.

Tonight I heard him talking to mom. I don’t even know why she talks to him. He’s ugly and she’s pretty.

He said something to her in English. I’m still working on the translation and should have something figured out in the next few years.

Then he woke me up.

I WAS SLEEPING, YOU BABBOON!

How do you expect me to continue the war on sleep if I haven’t slept?

Then he took my shirt off and tickled me. That was not fun and I cried to let him know what I’ve got planned for tonight.

Just a preview.

Lots of crying.

SCREAM CRYING.

And then he sat me in the bouncy seat and walked away.

I like the bouncy seat. I can sleep in it.

UNLESS THERE IS A BUFFOON OF A MAN INTERRUPTING ME.

He giggled like a schoolgirl as he kept touching my nose. And he was singing.

I hate his singing.

The battle has just begun. I know what he’s thinking. Keep me awake and I’ll forget my strategy for tonight.

Not a chance. The war must go on.

If it comes down to it, I’m not afraid to fight with my fists. Sometimes fists are stronger than lungs.

I was born for this. Bring it on, ugly man.

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