"Who needs sleep? No you're never gonna get it.."

Why is this song playing through my head at all times????

Mike attempted, again, to give me more sleep on saturday. Went like this: Matthew went to bed at 10, mom was right behind him (safe in another room where I wouldn't hear him and wake up anyway); he woke at midnight and mike fed him bottled breastmilk and got him back to sleep...thought he was in the clear, however matthew woke at 12:45 and fussed off and on until about 1:30. (yup, mommy woke up to hear some of this crying, but left the boys alone for a change.) At which point the big guns were pulled out (swing) and matthew slept. Until 2:30. At which point mom was called in to feed and matthew ate at my boob like he hadn't seen the thing in ages. Woke again at 6:30 to eat and fell asleep around 7AM. Do you know what this child did next?? Slept until 11 AM. Messed up his night and thus needed to catch up I suppose. Do you know who couldn't fall back asleep after about 8AM? That's right. The mommy.

Well. I did feel a bit better and more rested yesterday. Today is another story. Last night= not enough sleep. It's just an endless cycle isn't it?


Ahh...motherhood. It's so fun, and different, and wonderful, and.....tiring.