Monday, December 22, 2008
Some mornings I long for the time when I wasn’t responsible for anyone but myself- no getting up at 2:00 in the morning to feed a baby that has decided to stop sleeping through the night, no waking up again at 4:00 to clean up dog poop from my living room floor, no waking up again at 6:00 to feed cranky baby again, no 3 year old coming down at 6:30 to let me know that she had wet the bed (thanks for your help on that one Sean). I would kill for more then 2 hours of sleep at a time. It seems completely crazy that all of these things keeping me from getting adequate sleep are also all of the things that make me most happy. Are mother’s crazy or what?
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Wow what a night! I hope things get better soon. Haven't seen ya at Costco lately. Hope all is well and Happy Holidays!
Yeah, I don't know how you do it! This is why I'm so comfortable in my role as aunt...you guys get to do the dirty work. Sorry the kiddos are giving you a hard time; maybe they're picking up on the craziness of this time of year.
I feel your pain. Literally.
You are crazy.
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