Loosing my mind

It is 128am and Elizabeth is wide awake. I knew she went down too early! I'm trying to stop feeding her in the middle of the night so she will sleep. Personally I'd like to know whose bright idea it was to say you can't pick them up and to just pat their backs to sooth them. Did they have kids??? Does it work?? Considering the fact that I am sitting here writing this while my child bounces on my knee and pulls all the paper off my desk....I'm thinking not tonight. Oh great....baby spit up...lucky me. God I wish Sam were home. Then I could pass her off. But noooooo...Sam is enjoying a full uninterropted night of sleep. Butthead...Can't remember the last time I had that. Pardon me while I go and get all the CDs and other miscellaneous items out of Elizabeth's reach. She keeps pulling stuff off the desk. I guess she thinks its funny...ha..ha. :( Okay...I guess I'll go and change Elizabeth's red bottom now. Maybe a clean booty and a rock in the chair will help. By the way, her spot of diaper rash looks much better, Here we go....pray for me.. Oh joy....she peed.out of the diaper...there goes her sleeper and blanket....keep praying. YES! peaceful sleep has arrived. Does anyone have a slingshot and some pennies? I'm running out of things to throw at the cat. Whoever said cats were quiet pets obviously never me this one. He can and does wake the dead! (ie. Sam, Me, Elizabeth, Daniel, Robin, maybe Steve)