It is WTF Tuesday and I am as brain dead as they come. I can't think, trying as hard as crap to stay awake. The idea of even going to the gym after my long shift is beyonddd. I can't even. I can't even. At this point I am willing to say I'd rather stay fat than go to the gym today. (That's how w-i-p-e-d I am). If I were a piece of bacon, I'd be fried to a crisp. Helppp.
I don't know what is going on with my tiniest of babes, but he is having a rough time staying asleep. Maybe he is fighting it, or he could also be in pain, causing a sort of terrible squirm, which makes him toss and turn for hours, occasionally waking him up. Anyways, those thrashes and tosses made it a nightmare for this momma last night. He sleeps a stretch of six hours and then another stretch of five most nights (occasionally all the way through too) which he did last night . . . I think (excuse my brain deadness), but he was just suffering. I don't think he ever hit the deepest level of sleep because he was literally beating the crap out of me with his hand jolts! I remember a few that even made me wake up cranky as hay, shouting "ow," as a few caught me by total surprise.
Anyway, you get the idea. I got no sleep. I am at work. All I can think about is how much I miss my little. Oh, WTF Tuesdays . . . you're backkk.
Here is a picture of me and him (after a longgg shift!)
Happy WTF Tuesday folks.
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