I thought I was as tired as I could possibly get. I was wrong.
Last night Christian let me sleep ZERO hours of precious precious Sleep. I thought that since his front teeth came in yesterday he'd sleep.... Wrong! Or at least not at night.
When I was a younger woman I use to stay up all night practically every night with no sleep! Dancing, painting, sculpting, drinking coffee hanging out with friends. I'd sleep an hour and was ready to Rock!
Things have changed. I'm A lot older LOL and don't ever get caught up on any sleep. I have been sleep deprived now for almost 5 years. Since the last part of my pregnancy with my oldest. But these last few weeks have been the roughest for me. Seriously I grew to depend on my 4 hours of broken sleep a night but it's been shaved down to 3 hours of shattered sleep.
I can't even stop myself from loudly complaining about it. Begging and pleading with my sweet little one to PLEASE SLEEP!!! Of course he will when it's not time to get up and start the day. John has gotten up and the other two have sprung out of bed with him. It's 6:00am.... Let the day begin. So he stays in bed with the monitor on watch while I stagger out...
My issue is oblivious.. I have these sweet people to take care of. I have to be on cue on the ball and ready for the madness that could and does accrue.
But today I feel very strange. Like my mind is just not right and isn't going to be unless I get some desperately needed Sleep.
The only way I can describe it is:
I feel like I'm in a Cartoon.
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