This Morning

Another (I thought) successful night, but after a bit this morning she melted down twice, sobbing, "I just want to die." What? "I just want to die, because I don't have any cupcakes or cookies." (Seriously? Where did she get that one? I don't say that, and neither does Rich.) She fell asleep on my lap after about five minutes, sleeping for nearly an hour and a half. And she's down again now. Tonight's going to be rough, I think.