I am so sleep deprived. Either my son wasn't like this when he was a baby or I'm just idealizing his babyhood. But my new, sweet baby daughter just will not sleep. And if she doesn't sleep, I don't sleep. I get a series of 1 to 2 hour naps, which is not deep sleep and not restorative.
I am grumpy, I snap at everyone, and I am so very, very moody. I love and hate everything. I'm happy and sad. I'm sleepy sleepy sleepy!
So I don't care today. I cared a little bit yesterday and the day before that. But today? I don't care that there's dirty laundry. I don't care that there's dirty dishes. I don't care that I need to write a syllabus and a couple of lesson plans for school that's starting in three weeks. I didn't get dressed until 2:30pm, and then I didn't even leave the house. And I don't care that I didn't leave the house! I am letting the baby open the tv cabinet and pull out all the video game controllers. I'm letting her tear up my book.
I care about the hungry baby and the poopy diaper. But that's all. I'm too tired to care about much else. I'm holding out hope that she'll eventually learn that sleeping through until after the sun comes up is a good thing to do. It'll happen, right?