I have just been surfing around other blogs and then came back to my own. Wow, blah, blah, blah... I guess I've just had so much going on, I just need to get it out. Bear with me, it'll get better. I hope.
I told my sister about my blog and she started to read it. I haven't heard from her since. Whoops! Well, I guess I'll hear about it soon enough!
Life is crazy! I am averaging about 4-5 hours of sleep a night and not in one stretch either. Katie sleeps through the night but Sean is up every 3 hours still. You'd think I would be tired enough to fall out at the end of the day, but noooo, I have to do something stupid like develop insomnia. My doctor gave me a prescription for Ambien, but I'm too groggy trying to take care of Sean. I'm afraid I'll do something crazy, like diaper the wrong end or something, so I don't take it. I've already found my phone in the fridge twice. She said I have too much anxiety and gave me a prescription for Valium, but I swear they are just placebos. I gave one to Alex to test if they are real and he just melted into the couch, so that solves that riddle.
What I don't understand is, if I'm not getting much sleep and have high anxiety, why isn't my house cleaner? I need to figure out the balance of caring for the kids and cleaning the house. (See the picture of Paul feeding Katie down below and you can see the mop in the background.) Trust me, by no means have I ever been a good housekeeper, but now that I have kids, I'm a terrible housekeeper. I realized this today when I told Cole we need to clean up the play room and living room and he asked Why is Daddy coming home?