This week has been so overwhelming mostly due to interrupted sleep. I love my children, but more than anything, I wish during, the 8 hours of sleep I need to be nice, my mommy alarm wasn't so sensitive. Every cough or stumble out of bed to use the bathroom has me up at night and then tossing and turning to get back to sleep.
My husband has this uncanny ability to only be awoken when it is necessary for his intervention or comfort. When the kids are sick or had a bad nightmare he awakes or there was throwup sounds and cleaning is needed, he is there. But he somehow stays asleep through the majority of nighttime noises. The sad part is I can even hear them over my white noise rain app!
Oh, how I wished we were passed the sleepless stage but I hear for most it never truly passes. If its not infant cries, it's childhood night terrors, then teenage sneaking about, then empty nesters insomnia keeping you awake. So bear with me if I seem a little out of sorts this week. ;) I promise I will return to my normal, rational self once I get a solid 8 hours. Still wish I had that remote to mute or pause time for a rational thought to have time to process, but I guess for now I will have to dream....errr daydream ;)