Jillson went to sleep last night without making a peep. Obviously, God answered my prayer of desperation. (It went something like this: "Give me a f%$^ing break!" He did.)
Prayers were also answered in the form of a friend (Hi, Darcy!) who called last evening when I was at the end of my rope. She needed out of her house, too. So we made a date. Today, she came over with her lovely daughter Lillian, and we had a grand old time. The girls played, and the moms chatted until lunch. Then, once the girls were napping, we got down to business and scrapped and dished the dirt. A post-nap dogwalk in the rain rounded out our day.
Naptime was a little rough at the start (about 10 minutes of crying), but Jillsie went down for night-night tonight without a peep again. YEEHAW!