I feel like a sheet of paper, trembling in the cold breeze that comes through our drafty walls. Or like Bilbo Baggins so eloquently said, I feel like butter scraped over too much bread.
I am fucking tired.
The last couple of nights have been near all-nighters. The only sleep I get is in the IKEA chair when I nod off momentarily while the baby nurses. As sure as I am that she is asleep when I gingerly place her in her crib, the second my ass hits my sheets she is crying again.
All I can do for her this morning is lay next to her while she fusses. I don’t have it in me to even pick her up. Please end, sleep regression. We’re all so tired.