What was I doing at 4:23 am, you ask? Oh, I was just outside with my son.
Guys, last night was awful!
Cade was having some major freak out issues and was up nearly all night. Bran and I got very little sleep. And still, we’re not sure what’s even wrong with him. He’s not really acting sick. At least, he stopped acting sick once we took him outside and sat on the rock-rock (translation: rocking chair). Hence, the reason we were outside in the middle of the night that’s the prime-time for rapists and robbers to be out doing their illegal shenanigans.
I smell of exhaustion and, I think, for some reason, wet dog.
I need four ibuprofen, some ear plugs, and a good long nap.
No one’s feeling sorry for me today the way I am, I can tell.
Boo. Double boo!
On the plus side, I think this lack of sleep is making me feel a bit manic. And that’s not so bad. As long as I don’t get a hankering to jump off my roof, that is.
I know, right? That was a bad night…