I don’t know how they do it. I really don’t. The baby can’t even freaking talk! But somehow the girls have come to an agreement. It’s like a sick freaking joke – someone somewhere is laughing their arse off at me trying to stumble around and look after these two kids. I can’t stand this tag team, operation wear mommy out, sleep deprivation routine my girls are pulling lately. Sierra wakes up – moans for an hour, falls asleep. Brooke wakes up 20 min after Sierra falls asleep, nurses and falls asleep 20 min after that, I sleep for an hour, Sierra wakes up for an hour, and then Brooke wakes up and the cycle continues all night long! This is after it takes me until 9:30 pm to get them to sleep in the first place. Three nights in a row. THREE NIGHTS! I called Rob in tears last night at 1:41 am. I figured if the kids won’t let me sleep, then it wasn’t fair that he was allowed to sleep in a nice cozy hotel bed in far off Ireland. I know, waking him up at 6:40 am isn’t much of a punishment, but I had to get my point across. He’s enjoying a relatively relaxed business trip, eating out at fancy restaurants and sleeping through the night.
SLEEPING THROUGH THE NIGHT?
I HAVEN’T SLEPT THROUGH THE NIGHT SINCE JUNE!
Today? Brooke napped from 10:30 – 12:30. I got Sierra to nap at 12:25. I had 5 freaking minutes to myself (in which I used it to clean up lunch dishes). These gals are slave drivers I tell ya! It sure is hard to make the right choice.