Sleepy Love

After my last post which was late last night or very early this morning, however you want to look at it... I went to bed all smiles and content.  An hour later, Gabe was up, which he does a lot and usually falls right back to sleep after coming into our room and getting sandwiched between Don and me.  But for the second night in a row and the fourth or fifth time in the past two weeks- he didn't fall back to sleep until almost 6 am!!!!!!!!  AHHHHHHHHHH, I feel like I have a newborn again and try to keep myself from counting the hours, or lack of hours I will be sleeping.  I have been falling in and out of sleep while he talks, tells me he wants an apple, or a movie, or picks at my shoulder... one of his habits.  I kept reminding myself of the beautiful sigh the night before, and feeling so guilty that I was so irritable.  Around 3 this afternoon I felt like a zombie and Don brought me a coffee, THANK YOU!  I stood in my kitchen, toys strewn about... dishes piled up... veggies on the counter to be cut for dinner... and I just whined.  I wanted to cry, but I was too tired.  I didn't know where to start.  Finally Don and I got the kitchen clean, dinner made and we didn't trip over the fire engines and dinosaurs and break an arm while doing it.  Days like today make me wonder how people with more on their plate do it.  I only have one child... sometimes I think he counts for 2 or 3... but still, only one.  How the heck did my great grandmothers all raise 8, 9, 10 kids?  And no Sesame Street to give them a break... and they had to use outhouses!!!  Pleeeaaaasssse baby... sleep all night long tonight.