Good grief! If you are a cheery person don't read this.. Because I'm about to complain and moan about my life and quiet frankly.. I don't like your cheerfulness around... OK, so I'm kidding.. sorta.
Jon Kent has a cold. And so far it's only a cold. Although with him it can be a cold today and pneumonia tomorrow. Good thing he and Zoey both have their yearly check-ups tomorrow.. huh. So, since my eldest son is sooo loving.. he kindly gave me his cold as well. I haven't had a cold to really get to me in.. well.. I was pregnant with Nathan. But yesterday around 4pm I couldn't keep my eyes open (although there is more to it than that.. we'll get to that later..) and my body was just flat out on empty. Kent and the kids went to church while I stayed at home. I laid out on the couch and watched a movie and just rested. It was nice. I felt better with just that little bit of rest. I even went to bed early to try and catch back up on my sleep.
Now.. we all know I love my littlest baby boy. He is a wonderful baby. He laughs, he smiles, he plays, he takes great naps.. He is truly a treasure to have.. truly. But lets face it.. he is an awful.. AWFUL nighttime sleeper. I've tried it all.. cosleeping.. he doesn't like it. Rocking him.. or rather swaying him.. because once you sit down.. he's mad. He loves for me to cuddle and sway him. And honestly so do I.. but not a million times at night. Now if he would actually go to sleep it would be different.. but no.. he will quiet down and then when I try to lay him down.. he is mad. And I mean MAD. The ear piercing screams that make you want to go to the nearest cliff and jump. So I give in and feed him.. every two hours. It's the only way he will go back to the sleep. The only way. But he is 8 months old.. there is no reason for him to be getting up that many times at night to eat. Once yeah.. twice.. occasionally. But not 4 times. That just ridiculous. I'm at my wits end. I'm tired, my energy level is nothing.. my patients is gone. I have headaches a lot now because of lack of sleep. It's stressing me out because I keep thinking maybe something is wrong.. but what? I don't know.. but there is something off. I just don't know what it is. You would think after having two other kids I would know more.. but I don't.
I'm just tired.. really, really tired.