I miss sleeping in the same bed as my husband. Carter doesn’t sleep for more than a couple of hours at a time at night, so it’s been easiest to split up the nighttime — one of us sleeps while the other is downstairs on the couch with the baby.
My DVR has proven most useful now that I’m up in the middle of the night. I must now hunt the stations during the day and “save” programs for my shift. My Strange Addiction to sleeping with my blow dryer? Check. I Used to be Fat? Check.Toddlers and Tiaras? Millionaire Matchmaker? How much subpar reality television can a new mom cram into the wee hours of the morning?
In other developments, I’m slowly losing brain function. Staring into space, conversations lost midsentence, I’m constantly curious as to what day of the week it is. Days blend into nights. An hour can be a minute or a day.
There was a lot more that I had in mind to post here, but I forget/digress/am confused.