It's so nice when, eventually, your new baby sleeps through the night and you can start catching up on the millions of hours of sleep you missed out on. Unless you live in my house.
Three "nights" ago brother-in-law came home at 3:45am. And woke me up. The next "night," he was considerate enough to come home at 2:35am. And woke me up. Last "night" he came home sometime between 8 and 9am (I can't remember, I'm so tired). And woke me up. (After I had gone to bed at 2am. And then Noah woke me up at 7:30.) Got ready for work (I assume). And then left.
At this rate, I'll have caught up on my sleep.. sometime.. around.. never.
This morning, I tried to look on the "bright side" though. Well, I thought, if I was at BlogHer12 like I was supposed to be.. I probably would have only gotten 5 1/2 hours of sleep last night anyway. And then, oh ya.. so there's that to be sad about too. And I forgot all about the constant awakening. Sort of.
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