It’s 5 AM and I’m up. Again. This is the third night in a row I simply decided to give up on sleep. The baby has literally been up every hour. Sometimes to eat. Sometimes to fuss. Honestly, I don’t know anymore. I’m out of it.
I’ve never been more on the verge of tears and anger at the same time. I’m only assuming this is what sleep depravation feels like.
I literally haven’t slept more than 3 hours in a row in 5 weeks.
And the funny thing is, he’s not a fussy baby! Really, he’s not!
He just sleeps his long stretches early morning and during the day.
I know, I know. Sleep when he’s sleeping. That’s the advice you always hear. Well with another kid at home and other responsibilities that’s just not possible. And even when I do decide to take a snooze mid day it only lasts about an hour before I’m woken up by a baby to feed or by a 5 year old who can’t figure out how to change the channel.
This too shall pass. I know. I just needed to vent.
My plan is to move Little Bean to his crib on Sunday after company leaves–I’m hosting Easter Dinner. It’s time to establish a routine. Or at least try to.