Man have I had a hard time keeping my eyes open today.  As I sit here I feel my lids wanting to slip to the closed position, and it’s only 4:15pm.  Ugh.  We can thank Ellie for my lack of energy.  She apparently sucked all of mine out of me when she became a ball of energy at 1am (and I hadn’t even made it to bed yet).  She insisted she couldn’t sleep because she’d rather jump up and down on her bed.  I tried to get her to go back to sleep, tried putting her in bed with me, and all she did was slap me on the cheeks repeatedly telling me to “get up Mama!”  Apparently she forgot it was the middle of the night. 

When she did finally go back to sleep it was 4am, and we both got to sleep ‘til 6:45am, but she woke up again when she heard Ben getting ready for work.  He stumbled out the door on barely a bit more sleep than I’ve had, so I’m sure he’s had a rough day at work.  I honestly feel like we have a newborn in the house again.  Am I really ready to go through all that again so soon?

You’d think that lack of sleep would have her passing out hardcore for an early nap, but it didn’t happen.  She’s only slept 45 minutes today, and I tried my best to close my eyes.  Unfortunately I kept one of my funny mugs filled with coffee all morning, so I was a bit wired when she did pass out on me.  Right before she passed out she had a temper tantrum because she didn’t have a mug like mine.  She tossed her sippy cup at my head, so I made her stay in her crib for a bit.  I was thankful she fell asleep even if I didn’t get to catch any zzz’s.  Now she’s wide awake, and my coffee buzz has worn off.  I’m contemplating making a fresh pot to keep me awake for a few more hours.  Maybe if I promise to buy Ellie her own funny mug she’ll actually let us all get some sleep tonight.