I went to bed at 10:30.
My devilchild woke up at 11:30. I fed him, we went back to bed.
He woke up at 12:30. I changed him and fed him, we went back to bed.
He woke up at 2. I stuck my finger in his mouth until he was quiet then went back to bed.
He woke up at 3. I fed him, he kept crying.
Right now he’s on his Baby Einstein mat intermittently crying and fussing. We’re supposed to be getting on a plane tomorrow to Indy for Dave and Kristy’s baby shower. I still haven’t packed his stuff (or mine, but that’s the easy part) I have two articles due this weekend that I haven’t finished yet, and I’m not getting any sleep tonight. I really want to break some dishes right now.