I almost wrote this post at 3am this morning because I was very awake. It's the fifteen minutes to herself that no mother wants. Baby Boy decided that he only wanted to sleep 45 minutes at a time last night. Unfortunately this means that Mommy and Baby Girl also only slept 45 minutes at a time. Both of the women in this equation were super irritated by this turn of events. BG gets to express her unhappiness by crying all morning, but Mommy doesn't have that luxury.
One of the hard things about a sleep deprived night is that it makes me fuzzy all day and I am a lackluster parent. For example, rested Mommy knows that BG sleeps really well on her own, in her bassinet, with the sleep sheep. Fuzzy-brained Mommy forgets this and BG gets held instead of put to bed. My apologies to my little honeybun, Mommy will try to tune in better and meet your needs on the first try.
BB is hanging out with his uncles and I am contemplating whether I should eat lunch or take a nap. I'd like to sleep, but if I don't eat now, I might not get lunch at all today. Here's hoping for a better sleep tonight. On a related and redeeming note, Baby Girl makes the most adorable noises in her sleep, a cross between snoring and purring. Baby Boy makes me feel loved when he curls up on my chest.
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