Zombie Land

Logan has decided that 11 pm until 2 am is play time.

I've been trying to talk him out of it.  Trying to let him know that this is the time when mommy needs sleep.  Like really, really needs sleep.  He doesn't give a shit.  And no matter how many times I shove the pacifier in his mouth, he spits it back out and yells at me to burp him or feed him or just hang out with him.  The first few weeks of his life, I was waking up happily and looking at him adoringly for the few wee hours in the night that we got to bond a little extra.

That was before I turned into a zombie. And before I started calling my husband an asshole in the middle of the night and flipping him off because he is snoring dreamily next to us.  And before I started yelling at Bugs because he takes too long to eat cereal.

This is the hard part.  Before sleeping through the night but way far past being okay with being up all night.  When spouses are too tired to try to bond with each other and still can't quite have sex again.

I've tried to think of more to say for this post but it just isn't coming.  I'm tired.  But for your viewing pleasure...