Random Ramblings of a sleep-deprived mom

 It’s up-time again at 3:30 am for a feeding; the boys are snoozing soundly (ALL of them, including the one presently “eating”) and I guess I wouldn’t mind all that much joining in . I’ve never been more uncomfortable in my life than I am now sitting here all twisted to reach the computer, typing with one hand, feeding with the other, eyes burning. But aside from the fact that Mr. Woodstove over there in the corner decided to crank it up to 80, leaving me so hot and thirsty I could drink 5 gallons of water and put my feet in a bucket of snow, I’m not doing too badly, actually I don’t really even mind being awake. Maybe I’m in a state of denial, or maybe Izaac’s just so sweet and cute and squishy and worth every second I spend awake when I should be sleeping  that I truly don’t mind. It’s a phase that won’t last that long and before I know it he’ll be not only sleeping through the night but bigger than I ever imagined possible. No thanks, pity party, I’ll save you for when he leaves home. Although I did just get spit up on five seconds after making the previous statement and when I laid the sleeping angel in his bed his eyes popped open as if he’d been faking sleep all along. Hmm… makes you wonder

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