It’s happened again. I remember doing this when Sophie got home, too. I’ve been marking time in 3 hour increments for the last 3 weeks and I’m exhausted. I knew it was coming but there’s not a whole lot you can do to prepare.

I just want to sleep.

Really sleep, ACTUAL sleep. I want to slip into REM sleep and not be jarred awake 10 minutes later by a screaming little boy.

I want to go to bed at 10:00 PM and not wake up until 8:00 AM. I’ve been so tired that I nearly dropped Gideon and I randomly stumble into walls.

I know it won’t last. I know he’ll sleep through the night eventually. I know I’m being a whiny-butt-baby about the whole thing. That’s why I’m trying to vent here and not to everyone around me.

Just ignore this. I’ll be fine.