After my last post, I sat down and had a heart to heart with my husband. I told him I was exhausted and unable to function. I told him I was starting to have fairly violent feelings toward him at night while I was up with the baby and he was snoozing blissfully. I told him he needed to help me.
And he reluctantly agreed.
Now to be fair, he wasn’t reluctant because he disagreed with my reasoning (we’re both working now, I need sleep too, bla bla bla), it was because he didn’t want to give up his sleep. And really, who does? The important thing is that we’re taking turns now.
Of course, since we decided to take turns, she has been sleeping through the night again. (NOT complaining…I just sort of viciously wanted David to experience just one night of what I have been going through for weeks!)
Anyway. I am still bone tired because I haven’t been able to fall asleep lately. But that’s an issue for another day.
Sleep well, my lovelies.