My 16 month old was awake from 1:00-3:30 AM last night. As she was the three nights before that.
My brain is turning into mush.
Today I managed to get her to snuggle in bed with me and sleep from 7-10 AM, so I got a little sleep. I was rewarded for my efforts by a baby who didn't think she needed a nap (she did), a hangover-like headache that lasted all day, and a nightmarish bedtime.
It's getting to the point where I would chew my own arm off to get a good night's sleep.
I know that this will pass. I know that every baby sleeps eventually. I know that I will miss the snuggles, that I should enjoy the time when she's little, that it's a brief brief moment in our life together.
But if someone tells me that one more time I may rip her head off.
I'm grouchy. I'm weepy. I'm miserable to be around. I'm completely unproductive and useless as a member of society.
I want to stomp my foot and proclaim to the world that it's JUST NOT FAIR.
I know I'm being ridiculous.
I know I will get through this.
But that doesn't mean I have to do it gracefully.