I told my husband that it freaks me out that our son was sleeping so much even though I know why (growth spurt). And he says to me "what doesn't freak you out" π I could've punched him right in the throat. So of course I had to pop off with my no filter have butt. Like does he think this is easy for me, that I like having a million thoughts running through my mind at once like a bunch of monkeys hopped up on caffeine butting their nails waiting around for something to go bad. This sucks