Sleep strike?

So on top of my little Aud-ball's crazy shenannegans, she has now added no sleep to her arsenal. If this is an attempt at crushing any last bit of patience I have, it just might work. And my house my also be crushed in the process. Because Audrey is just not the kind of kid that you can leave in the living room with a book and some toys while you go do all of your housework. One of three things happen when I try to accomplish chores while Audrey is awake. She either a) screams bloody murder if I gate her in an adjacent room, b) follows behind me undoing everything I just did and then some (think, folding laundry while a tiny closet monster is around the corner taking every article of clothing off of shelves and hangers), or c) she is happy being unattended because she can accomplish so much more destruction when she doesn't have to stop to run from me every 5 minutes. I don't know about you, but not one of those options is appealing to me. So any major chores I needed to get done were always done during nap and bedtime. She has completely boycotted naps the last week. My house hates me. So I have only been cleaning up anything after she goes to bed and I'm sure my neighbors must think I'm a vampire when they hear my vacuum going at 1 am. I don't mind staying up late, but unlike those lucky vampires, I don't have a dark box to lock myself in all day long and sleep. Nope, I believe I am down to about 4-6 hours of sleep a night on average. Now I won't lie, not every night is dedicated to cleaning. I also have nights where my neighbors, friends, and I will all get together for some wine. And really, isn't some wine kind of a motherhood necessity? Especially moms of toddlers....or small children.....or teens.....ok so it is probably going to be a staple for at least the next 16 years. Lol. Wine has probably saved the sanity of mothers for centuries. For me, it is kind of like a reset button at the end of the day. My body and mind get so tightly wound that I could probably snap at any moment. But bedtime rolls around, I sit down with a nice glass of wine, and watch some dramatic bravo tv. I'm pretty sure I feel my blood pressure and adrenaline levels decreasing by the minute and then I'm reset to do it all over again the next day. But it's only noon right now so wine is still a ways away......