I went to bed a eleven last night knowing that we have to be somewhere at eleven this morning and that the baby would have some sort of wakeful period that I'd have to deal with in the wee hours. She woke me up at 1:11aman I managed to nurse her back to sleep relatively quickly. I was awoken again at 3am & was not so lucky, she was awake until 5, and then it took me an hour to fall asleep, which I finally did by rolling over & facing Nathan because my other side is so sore from always sleeping on it to keep the baby away from him. I was asleep until 7:30 when he woke me up to tell me that I can't lay that way, so I rolled over again onto my sore side, waking the baby again. Who proceeded to wiggle & scream at me until I got up.
Then as soon as I did get up she threw up all over myself & her, and screamed at the top of her lungs while I tried to clean us up.Now she's eating & repeatedly kicking my other boob with her sharp little toenails & all I want to do is go back to bed and get some actual sleep.

I shouldn't be mad at my little family, but I am so very right now. How dare he be allowed to sleep with earplugs in on the weekends. When do I get the earplugs? And then he calls me cranky in the evenings, like... no shit I'm cranky. I'm at someones beck & call all day long. Even if I got a good nights sleep, it's fucking exhausting. No wonder I'm a little extra sensitive during the day.

So now I get to spend today with his family for his nephews birthday. Most of whom have only met Abby once on Christmas Day, I'm gunna have to act happy & shit for hours and hours while they ask stupid questions and offer advice I don't want. And I'm willing to bet that Nathan's going to wake up bitchy just because he knows he has to do this today. He may even say that he's tired from having to get up at 9:30 this morning.

Don't mind me folks, It's been a long night.

Make that "thrown up all over myself and her" twice.


Happy Superbowl.