The two year old is trying to parent the 8 month old, who is being dramatic about it all.
The 8 month old is crawling and pulling up on e.v.er.y.t.h.i.n.g.
The two year old is requiring a lot more attention than normal.
The 8 month old is not napping more than 45 minutes or sleeping more than 4 hours in a single stretch at night.
It’s now Thursday, and a week of this has finally caught up with me.
Today is one of those days, where I’m just utterly and completely exhausted. Thinking feels like trying to swim through mud. Laying down does not bring sleep, but I have hardly any energy to remain vertical. Both of my dear boys require my constant attention from 7am until 9:30pm. And the immediate effects of coffee only seem to last about an hour.
I can’t wait until Hubby comes home at midnight on Friday!