I can't decide if I should write a happy post about how awesome my Christmas break was, or if I should write about the Luke Hell I'm in ever since we came home. Yes hell.
If there is a specific hell for me it involves never sleeping and being cold and hungry. But mostly not sleeping.
I don't understand Luke's sudden NEED to be with me/near me/sitting on my lap/sleeping attached to my boob. There was a distinct regression of sleeping habits over the two weeks we were in oregon. Then we came home with a cold that kept him awake all night long. Now we are mostly over the cold but the even worse sleep pattern that developed with the cold has stuck around and I think I'm losing my mind.
I'm sure all of you out there are remembering days when your baby just wouldn't quit and you came out of it just fine. But my ability to think rationally or with perspective goes out the window after waking up every hour and half all night long. -Which is nothing compared to some infants, but he isn't an infant any more so what is the deal!-
aaaand my little angel is awake. what a nice 30 minutes of putting bradley back down to nap. a nice break, really.
I may not have any hair by the end of today.
Clearly I'll have to write a happy christmas post later.