I'm pretty sure I've said it more than once that Ainsley is the worst sleeper I've ever met. She didn't even sleep the whole first night she was born and I'm not exaggerating. Ask my nurses. They were impressed. I wasn't so much.
Now I love this whole motherhood thing, but on days with only 3 hours of sleep and a pounding migraine, it's a little harder to love it.
Ainsley slept about four hours last night, is refusing to nap today, and has been an all around fuss pot who just wants to nurse and be held. I suspect teething may be part of the problem today.
On the days I'm running especially low on sleep, I've learned to make some adjustments. Instead of fighting it, some days you just have to give in.
Some days you wear pajamas and call it dressed and have a cry fest with your baby in the rocking chair and accept nothing will get done and watch 10 episodes of extreme couponer in a row while rocking your child in efforts to save both your ear drums and are forced to make a chick-fil-a run to make it through the day and then spend the rest of the day attempted to burn off your ridiculously high calorie lunch.
And you know what?
It's better than dropping your baby off on the neighbors porch in a Moses basket and running off to Hawaii like you want to.
Today, I'm there.
Can you please tell me I'm not the only one with days like this?
Thank goodness she's so cute or the neighbors would probably be getting a surprise today.
[for the record, I still love that little sassy fuss pot]