It is like a live with a coke addict. Seriously. Who wakes up at 3 in the freaking morning and wants to have a "dress-up party?" WHAT??? IT IS THREE IN T-H-E M-O-R-N-I-N-G.
But there she is, naked as a jaybird (I don't even know what that means), standing on her bed, screaming, wanting to put her "fancy dress" on. Not once. Not twice. Not three times. I don't even know how many times. We lost count.
And this is in between the baby waking up crying. Baby cries, go get her, get her back to sleep. Crazy lunatic three-year-old screams. Go get her, somehow manage not to wring her neck, put her back in bed. Baby cries. And on. And on. And on.
Oh, the joy.