"No! Just go back to sleep! Ugh. Sorry. I'm just tired. I got her."
-Me to the Hubby at 5am this morning.
It went all downhill from there, folks.
It wasn't even a weird occurrence that I was up at 5am with Annika. Hello?! She's a baby. She's going to be up at all hours of the night. Or at least she used to be...She was only waking up once a night for the last month #bliss, but this week it's gone back to the every two hours. Or, like last night, every hour or so since 2:30 in the morning.
2:30am: I changed her diaper, she pees all over, change her again, I hear her poop, change her again, feed.
3:30am: Put her down to sleep.
4:00am: She's hungry again.
4:30am: Put her down to sleep.
5:00am: She wakes up again, change diaper, breastfeed, she sleeps...I snap.
6:15am: I wake up and start getting ready for work.
7:00am: Annika wakes up and we start our morning routine.
7:30am: I forgot to turn the coffee maker on last night and now there's no coffee! UGHHHHH! Can't find the pumping stuff that I washed last night because Hubby put the stuff in the sterilizer thing.
7:35am: Throw some things for breakfast and snacks into my lunch bag.
7:40am: Kiss everyone goodbye and head out.
7:45am: In line at Starbucks (I need coffee - the biggest one you have!), get $5 gift card and give to barista to treat next customer in line. I had to do something nice for someone who might be having a shitty morning too.
8:00am: Leave Starbucks and now late for work.
8:15am: Get to work. Forgot pre-packed lunch in fridge. Computer freezes as I turn it on.
8:45am: Computer finally works and get first sip of coffee in.
Are you as tired as I am? I really needed to come here and vent. Just let it all out before I freaking snap...again. This is real life. It happens. Shit happens. But like all poop, it eventually flushes away - ew?!
I know I have a great life. I know I'm just whining. Sometimes it's needed, loveys. Get the words out and write down all the ugly (to me) out. Life could we worse...a lot worse. So thankful I have these gripes and nothing worse to talk about.
Ever have "one of those mornings"?