Four Hours!

I can't imagine how boring it must be to read this and have a constant update on my sleep situation. Yesterday was the worst. I was hanging on by a thread. By last night, I had to hand off the baby to Dylan at about 9 (I think...I was so far gone, I have no idea), knowing that he would probably cry the whole time I was gone. But I was losing it, and I needed some sleep. The middle of the night is not so bad. But, the sleep deprivation really catches up with me around my normal bedtime, and that's when the baby insists on cluster feeding for hours. I really come unglued. It's happened a few times, and it reminds me of being in labor. I lose all control. Except instead of acting like a wild animal, I'm just a huge crybaby. Dylan insists on taking the baby...the crying doesn't bother him, and he just turns on a movie, and then I go to the guest room at the opposite end of the house where I can't hear anything. Then, he comes to get me an hour and a half later to feed the little guy, and usually we are all asleep an hour or two after that. Well, last night, I woke up at 11:30 and freaked out. It had been over two hours! Poor baby! I crept into our room to discover both guys snoring and sleeping soundly. I was puzzled and pleased, so I crawled back into the guest room bed, where I slept until 1:30am! It was glorious. My sleep bank is still completely overdrawn from the last three weeks, but I feel like a shred of my normal self today. Life is like 95% improved.

Here are some photos of Graham...he's missed seeing the back of my iPhone.

My mom sent me this photo from swim class. Who is that 7-year-old in the pool?

Gavin and Dylan took off for swim this morning, then G headed home with my mom while D took care of some business around town. So, it's just me and the sweet little guy this morning. I have a billion and a half things to catch up on, so I'll close it out here while I still have like 3 minutes of nap time left. Happy Hump Day!