Phoebe (aka Demon Spawn) hasn't been sleeping well during the night. She intermittently screams her head off, as in:
We'll stand at the door, listening, to see if she's crying. She's quiet. We walk away, and sit down, and otherwise engage ourselves in other pursuits that DO NOT involve standing at the door listening for her every noise. Then. She screams and hollers and wails and cries.
So, we jump up and run to the door, but she's silent again.
If we dare to get her out of bed.... well, that's it. It's OVER. She's up and running around, and playing, and asking for juice, and asking for graham crackers, and getting crumbs all over the living room floor, and before we know it it's 1am and Bryan and I are pooped, but Phoebe's still going strong.
My sleep schedule is completely jacked, and it's making me very VERY GRUMPY.