It's Hard To Be Four

She's finally asleep, and I'm making my way to my own bed.  It's been a long night, filled with overload on so many levels.

Before bed time, things were good.  I don't know what went wrong.

The first time she woke up crying was at about 11:00, roughly fifteen minutes after my head hit the pillow.  I seem to remember drifting off some time after that and waking in a panic to her pained screams from the next room.

She thrashed and kicked, screamed and cried, until...finally...she drifted off into sleep.  There were many false starts here: she'd get quiet and calm, only to bust out crying again just as I thought she was asleep.

I hate not knowing what's wrong.  Hate.  It.  With a mad, fiery passion.

Well, crap.  My alarm is set to go off in a minute or two.  Here's hopin' The Princess's day is better than her night was, and that I can make it through work and school today without a hitch.