it’s 2:30 am and here i sit, under the rule of a 7.5lb dictator that rules with an iron baby fist. see he doesn’t want to sleep. i don’t know why, it’s the middle of the night, it’s quiet, he has a clean diaper, was just fed, and is sleepy. but he has decided he won’t rest unless i am holding him, rocking him, in one arm while i remain in a seated position. yes, i can’t lie down, nor even recline without him starting to fuss.
so here i sit at 3 am. tired. frustrated. i have to be up in 4 hours for work, but jo also needs the sleep as we have house guests for the next two weeks. this means an additional two people to look after during an already tiring time. it will get better, but after sitting here for the past hour with this grumpy dictator in my arms, i just want to sleep.
and i think i need one of those speech-to-typing programs as this blogging with one hand is really slow.
he really is a blessing, don’t get me wrong. i love him dearly and he has increased the joy in my life by more than i know. everyday is new and exciting as he grows and changes and shows us something new,