I like to type it. Booya! Booya! Booya!
This, my friends, is where sleep deprivation will get you. I have officially crossed over. I am no longer sane. I wasn’t completely sane to begin with.
A friend once described pregnancy as swimming through molasses with only one leg. I agree. The weeks immediately following pregnancy are equally like the molasses swimming. I feel the molasses. I feel the one-leg-ed-ness. I am one with the molasses. And I only have one leg. And I’m swimming. Swimming. Swimming. Just keep swimming. Just keep swimming. That’s a movie quote. I’ll give you one guess.
So, lots of time on my hands in the middle of the night these days. I’ve been thinking. There’s just no way I could possibly have FOUR colicky babies. I’ve had three. Haven’t I paid my dues? Nope. I have my fourth fussy, demanding baby. So, in the middle of the night I’m analyzing this. How could it be? What are the odds? When I realize, I am the common denominator. Could it be me? Or my genes? Or something I’m doing? But what?
Any advice? Any words of wisdom? A friend of mine who has eight children told me to get him on a schedule. I think that’s the problem. I’ve demand fed them all. No schedule, really. So, we’re on a schedule as of now.
Sleep deprivation is bad. But sleep deprivation plus fussy baby is a product of the fall. Seriously! A. Product. Of. The. Fall.
This is the most random post ever. This post is a product of the fall. I’m going to publish it anyway. Just keepin’ it real fo ya!
And just a little eye candy to make sure you don’t doubt for a second that I have completely lost it…
Our ant farm. Fitting, don’t you think?