Last night, Pirate threw up every half hour until about 4:30am. While he slept on the floor in the living room surrounded by blankets and towels, I “rested” on the couch. I set my alarm for 35 minutes and sat up, got the bucket handy and caught the puke in one fluid motion. It was amazing how regular he was. Once he was done and had some water or juice and was settled, I rinsed the bucket, washed my hands, put lotion on, turned on my alarm, and snoozed for a bit.
Needless to say, I am tired. So. Very. Tired.
It reminds me of how I felt with a newborn. That fuzzy haze that seems to cloud your whole day. The difference today, was that with a newborn, you have a cute tiny baby who only needs to eat and be changed. I have 2 toddlers in the throws of “NO! I do it self!”
Today was not pretty. I also did not nap while the boys napped because I was too paranoid of missing Butterfly’s pick up. I did nap for about an hour around 6pm, which is why I’m up now.
Can’t think of how to end this so I’ll just say this: Good-night!