I so miss the days, or nights rather, of long, uninterrupted sleep. I'm usually a 9 hour girl, but have learned to survive on far less since Bryan came. It's amazing what you're still able to get done with just 4 1/2 hours of sleep under your belt. It's even more amazing what you can rationalize yourself out of doing with excuses such as: there's so many other things I need to put my energy into, nobody will notice if our house is dirty - it's too dark down here, I just cannot go another minute or I might just die.
So, here I am again, sitting at my desk at work (before I've clocked in...), trying to find the energy to face the piles of papers that surround me.
The sad thing is that it's bound to get worse before it gets better. This weekend is designated as our "Break Bryan of his Waking up in the Middle of the Night" weekend. Basically, let his cry himself out. We'll have to see how it goes. Just fair warning to anyone I'll be speaking to - If I suddenly start crying, or screaming, you'll know it's because I'm nowhere near getting my 9 hours.
Mom Richardson's funeral
2 months ago
2 comments:
Hey, we'll be in it together. I am doing the "break Trent from his nighttime feedings because he is a glutton and is still waking up more than twice a night sometimes" thing this week. So you can call me and cry anytime. i will feel your pain.
Oh, I feel for you both! I remember those nights well.... maybe two kids is enough for me! ;)
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