After last night writing about how lucky I have been to have good sleeping children, I realized that I completely cursed myself.
This morning at 4am, Gemma, our 4 month old, decided it was morning. She was up and ready to party. Marisa tried to nurse her to sleep, I laid her down on the bed and tried to snuggle with her, but she just smiled at me and laughed. It is amazing how this wonderful cute little smile during the day can light up a room, but at 4am, it feels like Satan smiling at me saying, "Screw you buddy, you don't need to sleep." As a result, I was up from approximately 4.30am trying to get her to sleep.
Henry, usually our super sleeper, decided 5am was a good time for him to be up as well. He came into our bed, and rather than going to sleep, he started talking.
Gemma eventually fell back asleep at 6.35, by which point we were showering and getting ready for work.
In short, I have been up since 4am, and have felt about as active as a slow moving snail all day. Lack of sleep really does lead to lack of energy.
My hope is that tonight will be better. This was not meant to be my blog topic today. I was considering writing something creative either about date nights or about how Gemma has explosive poops, but instead, I am going to save those thoughts for my next post.
Sorry folks, the creative juices are definitely not flowing tonight.
I will return with a better, more interesting and humorous blog!