So, I'm pretty tired. Like, really tired. Like, so tired that I looked down at my feet today and I realized that I have been wearing one brown flip-flop and one black flip-flop for about a week.
I don't know what's going on, but the little bundle thought it would be a good idea to revert back to the newborn stage for his 5th month birthday. He is nursing like crazy and waking up every two hours at night. This is not good.
Last night I had a dream that I showed up for yoga with my unwashed hair in a half ponytail/half bun. I was wearing my super fuzzy barbie pink bathrobe and a see through beige tank top and a bra with no nursing pads (the horror!). In the dream, I remember feeling very dishevelled and disoriented. Like I wasn't supposed to show up for yoga in my barbie robe or something...
My next dream was super quick. I was at the doctor's office wearing jeans. But as I looked down, I realized that I was wearing a diaper and it was sticking out of the top of my pants! That was a good one!
I really do love the little bundle more than anything. But right now, some sleep would be absolutely divine!