Exhaustion

We were finally getting back to a sleep routine that I could handle- going to sleep about 9pm, waking up at 1am, 3am, and then up for the day around 7am. There's no question that I would have loved to get rid of those two wakings, but, after the previous weeks of about six, I was feeling pretty dang rested.

Then, last night happened. Another night of six wakings. We've got a mixture of teething and new development going on now. I thought we'd be good for a bit when he got sitting down, but I was wrong. The little toot is now rockin' the rock and trying to crawl. He's lucky that his tiny tushie is adorable while it's going back and forth because otherwise I would not have been happy to see it so much last night.

I'll be honest. I am not a good mother when I'm so tired. I have little patience and am just not all there. I try, but I know that my son deserves better on days like today. It's not his fault; he's only 5 months old. I am incredibly lucky that Jony helps out so much at night, but I know that he does it because he knows how I am with too little sleep. I'm just no fun to be around. I have just FINALLY got the little guy to take a nap in his swing at 1:40pm. He's been up since 6:45am...

On a similar note, what the heck am I going to do when I have to pack up this swing?!?! I know it's getting close. I just don't even want to think about it.