Brinley and I have been spending a lot of time together – between the hours of one o’clock in the morning and five o’clock in the morning. Poor kid is sick with a nasty cough that keeps her (and me) up all night, crying and gagging, tossing and turning.
After four nights like this, I have been reduced to a pile of emotional rubble. I am angst-ridden, listless, irritable and awful to be around. Sleep deprivation blows. And it blows me away that I lived like a gurgling zombie for half a decade while our kids were sleepless little screamers.
Moms are HARDCORE, you guys.