Poor E

E is fraying at the edges. She's been up significantly past her (8 p.m.) bedtime six nights in a row (three seders, one evening of travel, two miscellaneous domestic late nights). Having chosen to observe Passover, she is slowly starving to death, her diet consisting of matza brei, plain matza, apples, and pears (plus the occasional vegetable and the very occasional bowl of rice). Given that the primary things that make E grumpy are tiredness, hunger, and M refusing to play with her, or otherwise thwarting her, and given that the reaction to the third is exacerbated by the first two, it's getting pretty ugly around here.