Two stinky feet...
Three people to make a family right...
Conor is learning to count. At least I think he is learning to count. Sometimes I don't know what the kid is doing besides being 100% purely, unadulterated insane bananas happy. I gave him a little juice box today and he spent 30 minutes enjoying every last little drop.
He has also termed cars/trucks/vehicles "gottago" as in "got to go". Makes sense.
Wow, I'm tired. This going to bed at 1100, waking between 200-400, and getting up with my angel at before 730 is really getting to me. School, work, and baby paradoxically make for poor sleep.
I do not remember the last time I got more than 6-7 hours sleep. I am averaging 4-6 hours and the last time I had a normal sleep was sometime in December or January.
I do not remember the last time I slept in late. Stephen let me sleep in one day last weekend. I woke at 830.
This sleep deprivation is making me so judgmental and grumpy. Since about March 2007, sleep has been a dream and myth. I love it, I treated it well, but it left me without a note or a good-bye.
Let's calculate...3 hours less sleep than I should be getting per night for 3 months (90 days)...that means I am down 270 hours of sleep. 270 hours that is 11.25 days! No wonder I look pale, have bags under my eyes, and have a wack-a-doodle thyroid.
I'm getting in a gallon of water, eating my veggies, being social, and walking...4 out of 5 isn't bad. At least I have Deadliest Catch to lull me to sleep. And those pesky papers (one down!).
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