Sleep is My Precious
I was all set to post about well erm.. nothing... I am a zombie. A tired zombie of a woman with bags under her eyes the size of Arkansas.
And I was getting a nap. Then TD decided to not nap today and woke me up with her chirpy in your face voice just as I was drifting off. The one day I got both kids to nap at the same time since Dash Two was born. My whole body hurts I'm so freakin' tired and now I could or actually am just tearing up thinking about my lost sleep. It's either cry or just hurl things in rage.
I hate everyone who is getting sleep right now. I curse them.
Oh yeah... I was going to post about holiday goodness and blah, blah, blah. Seriously? Who cares. My black heart doesn't despite ordering cheerful cards today. I'm too pissy from exhaustion to think about the holidays and gifts and such.
OH, GIIIIRRL! Do I ever feel you on the zombie-front. I just posted about this myself...though for different reasons than yours...sort of. Mine's not a new baby (heaven help me, congrats to YOU though. heh) but the evil 'personality' that has taken up residence in my formerly sweet 2 and 1/2 year old.
ReplyDeleteGood luck to ya...sleep soon.