Sleep really must hate me. I must have ticked her off somewhere in my past, for she does not grace my presence much these days. Ah sleep, where have you gone?
Oh wait, I have a 6 week old. Never mind. Clearly lady sleep is far too afraid to get mixed up with a newborn. She must know the perils of the goings on that come with a little babe. Sigh. I'm tired. Sigh. Sigh. Sigh.
Whatever right. So what if I have bags under my eyes that would put a ghost to shame. Who cares that my roots are about a foot long. And today's date is what again? Oh really...already in June huh. Who knew.
But all in all I have a sweet little baby, and she is sweet let me tell ya. She really is a good baby. We just need to figure out the whole sleep thing and we will be good to go.
Well that's it for now. Must.Get.Coffee.
