Like all parents I'm exhausted. I practically live on coffee because I'm always up at the crack of dawn. When Thing1 decides to sleep in, Thing2 is up at 5. When Thing2 sleeps til 9, Thing1 is begging to watch Blues Clues at 6.
Last night the baby slept through the night for the first time. I'm talking 10 hours. Straight. Not this 5 hour baloney they feed you in all the books. Yay, right? Except I, in my infinite wisdom, was up reading until midnight. In my defense, it was one of those books you cant put down. In fact I'm not sure I did put it down, just fell asleep with it in my hands because I had been up since 5.
Not only did I ruin my first full night of sleep since I was 4 months pregnant and started getting up at all hours to relieve my bladder, but I also had to be up at 6 to take Large to school 45 minutes away in Waimea then go to see the midwife for my postpartum checkup. So like really up. Not just pjs-and-bedhead-I'll-take-a-shower-after-2-cups-of-coffee up.
Where is Red Foreman so he can call me a dumb*** and stick his boot in my tuchus?
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