some might say that i’m in the “throws of motherhood.”
today that means that i’ve been peed on, pooped on and spit up on right between my giant breastfeeding boobs.
and i’m going on 4 hours of sleep. total. last night.
i know i shouldn’t complain. if any of you have seen me in the last 6 weeks and asked how things were going i probably responded with, “great! lyle sleeps 24 hours a day and ben loves him.” which is or was mostly true. but lyle is waking up more and more. and ben is loving in different ways that make this reality a little more challenging. and as noted here i no longer have a brain. sad.