To give you the full experience with this post, I should really snap a picture of myself and put it up here. But I think I still have an iota of vanity left, so I voted that idea down.
Since Tuesday morning (this is Thursday, right? I keep thinking it's Friday, but I guess it's not yet, even though it feels like it), I've had a grand total of eight and a half hours of sleep.
For those of you who are also sleep-deprived, I'll do the division for you: That's about four hours each day.
And I didn't even get those four precious hours each day in straight chunks of time. I've gotten to sleep from 1:30 a.m. to 4:30 a.m., when sweet little baby Noah's tummy just must be filled with some food.
Then I listen to my husband, who gets up at 5:15, getting ready to go to work. And then I get about a 15-minute catnap before Sam jumps into my bed.
Usually, I get a two-and-a-half-hour nap in the late morning to early afternoon, before I come to work, but yesterday we spent the morning at the dentist (no cavities for Sam or me, yay!), so I got only an hour nap. Then, today, I had enough time for my nap, but I'm so overtired that I couldn't go to sleep, then I had nightmares, and then I woke up early.
I can actually feel the synapses in my brain misfiring. I can feel the puffiness around my eyes. I can see the pity in people's faces when they look at me. I can hear them talking slowly to me in their "nice" voices -- and, sadly, I'm grateful for it.
I'm way beyond the help of coffee or diet soda.
Got any tips? I'll take anything here, people.
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