I am tired. There is nothing like having a baby who just won’t stay asleep at night. One that wakes you up from a deep-deep dreamland sleep and then stays awake for upwards of two hours in the middle of the night.
I was glued to the rocking chair last night. Sandwiched between it and my restless baby girl. And, just when I had her out and getting ready for the ‘transfer’, A. came in to ‘take over and help’, only bringing her back to the open eyed and fussing state she was in only 20 minutes before.
Coffee hasn’t helped, and I think that taking a run this morning might have, but I couldn’t talk myself into rousing with my alarm this morning.
So today, I will look for silly. And try my hardest to let the tired-funk roll away.