Jack’s morning nap today was in my arms. Usually, once he falls asleep, I take a couple of minutes (at least) to gaze adoringly at the sweet cuddly baby before I open my book or close my eyes. This morning, I’m pretty sure I was asleep before he was. I certainly don’t have any memory of his sleeping face. I am SO TIRED. Wednesday night wasn’t quite as bad as last Monday, but it was bad enough (he was awake from 2am to 5).
I can’t even write about it without yawning.