Coffee anyone? what is the term for beyond tired?

There isn't enough coffee in the world to get me through today.
I'm lost, I've mentally checked out, I want to lay down in my closet and hide.

But then my sweet baby boy gives me that amazing smile, laughs his addictive laugh, and reminds me that I have a 24/7 gig and checking out isn't an option and hiding in my closet is a ridiculous notion, besides I could never fit in there with the amount of clothes pouring out of it anyway.

Diapers must be washed..................

My amazing child has started crawling in earnest now. Before it was a few steps here and a few there but now the boy is clear across the room before I can believe it.
And while I'm bragging here my incredible baby crawled over to his potty hit it with his hand twice and started making pooping sounds. I put him on it and he pooped. So you can clearly see that he is brilliant. Elimination Communication works!

My house is turning into romper room. I've made piece with it, hubs not so much. It probably has to do with the fact that I live among toys all day while he goes to work outside.

I loved my hubby saying yesterday while we were in the midst of a big box store that "it was his day off so lets not spend all day in there". It made me realize that I haven't had a day off in 7 1/2 months and I have no expectation of having a day off for the next 18 or so yrs. It was sorta a depressing realization I must admit. Maybe I can get one day off a yr, probably not but a girl can dream can't she?

My day starts at 4:30 AM when baby boy wakes and ends at 8:30 when I finally fall onto the couch and refuse to do anymore work. But then I remember that I have to iron something for my hubs to wear to work tomorrow and then that is the last thing that I do for the day.
I should go directly to bed, do not pass go do not collect $200 but go directly to bed but I feebly attempt to have a conversation with my guy and then it takes every ounce of energy that I have left to pry myself off the couch, brush my teeth and tell myself I'll floss tomorrow and crawl/flop/dive into bed and drift off hoping that 4:30 doesn't come anytime soon but it always comes well before I feel that it should.
4:30 comes earlier and earlier every day.

The leaves are changing colors. I feel like I am changing colors.

wake up!

My sweet baby boy has been waking up at 5:30 all week. My sweet husband and I are fried.
I'm not quite sure why this is taking such a toll. Baby boy woke up every hr or two for a nurse up until 6 weeks ago and I somehow, SOMEHOW managed to survive it. My body it seems has forgotten how to survive on too little sleep. 5:30 is early lets be honest.
So after the little one nursed for a bit he fell back asleep and his parents followed soon after. What seemed like 5 min later I woke up and checked the clock. Hubs had to be at work in 15 min! I wake him up in a rush and tell him the time. He responds that he doesn't like being waken up so hastily and in the future could I please wake him more softly. Sorry but when I'm exhausted and not thinking clearly the wake up is going to be what its going to be. I don't have the brain power to think through everything.

I just saw some one on TV wearing a huge mondo cocktail ring, immediately I said to myself that I WANT ONE. Then I thought, whats the point where am I going to wear it, Walmart?
When we lived in NY i was a creative dresser. I wore jewelry, I loved clothes. Now clothes are just something to cover my body. I don't really care how I look, I just want to be comfortable. I've read other moms say how important it is for your marriage that you dress well after you have a baby, etc. But frankly that is just one more thing that I don't have in me these days. 1. I don't have the time or energy to dress like before, and necklaces are out since my son will just yank on them till they break, 2. I can't fit into my pre-baby clothes and I refuse to buy too many things in my current size for fear of staying this way.

Ice Ice Baby

Sometimes when Jonah gets fussy I sing to him which seems to help. I sing whatever comes to mind, sometimes its the soundtrack to Hair sometimes its a song from my days at camp, I never know what is going to come out of my mouth, (much like when I'm not singing). But today I opened my mouth and Ice Ice Baby came forth. 1. I can't believe that the words to that song (can I even call it that) are still stored in my memory, and 2. I feel like I auditorily assaulted my child by subjecting him to such a tune. He of course loved it and was all laughs and smiles.

Jonah has been trying all week to go from a crawl position to a sitting position. He hasn't been successful yet but he wont quit. Its amazing to see him try and I really could watch him work on it all day. Unfortunately, there are dishes, laundry, vacuuming - I never actually get to this one.