Wednesday, April 10, 2013

Mid-Week confessions

They're baaaack!  Hooray!  After E at E, Myself and I took a blog break during lent, she's back in full force with a fresh edition of Mid-Week confessions.  So, I will link up with her today and join in the fun as I have multiple confession.

Since we are on week 4 of Sawyer not sleeping well, the majority of my confessions involve sleep deprived, frustration filled, emotional moments.  Hoping we figure out this sleep thing soon....

Here we go:

- I told Andrew in a delirious 3 am state (after getting up for the umpteenth time) that I wanted to trade in for a new child.  Sorry Sawyer, I really didn't mean it.

- I thought (more than once) about wanting to throw my son out the window when he wouldn't nap

- In multiple moments of frustration, I have muttered f-bombs under my breath at my son, my husband, the dog, and anything else that got in my way

- During one particular frustrating day of no napping, I ate half a bag of Oreos, a Cadbury egg, and chocolate chip cookie dough

- Sometimes when Sawyer is crying uncontrollably, I turn on the TV to distract him so he will stop crying

- I started working out again (more on that in a future post) - when the instructor tried to correct my form during my 500th lunge of the day, I came this close to pulling the "I'm a doctor" card on her.

- I offered Sawyer $1,000 and a puppy if he would sleep through the night.  So far, he has yet to take me up on my offer.

- Giving Sawyer infant ibuprofen before bed helps so much with the teething.  We bought 2 3-packs of ibuprofen and 1 4 pack of infant Tylenol at Costco.  I'm not above medicating my child.  Bring on the teeth.

So, that's my life in a nut shell.  Sleep deprived, frustrated and a true joy to be around - just ask my husband.  Its a good thing that Sawyer is so cute...

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  1. Yay! So glad to read your confessions... So SORRY Sawyer isn't sleeping... That little stinker! All of those confessions sound SO familiar... Hang in there mama! You are doing great!

  2. But that cuteness makes up for it, right? Hang in there! (I want to trade you my 13 year old daughter for your teething child! I think you have the better end of the deal!)