Ramblings of the Sleep-Deprived

I'm tired.

Bone. Tired.

Everyday I fall about an hour more behind in my sleep deficit.  This entire week was full of crap sleep.  I usually have a couple hours of insomnia each night, but yesterday Noah decided to wake up and cry his ever-loving head off no less than 6 times in the night.  Ugh.

However much Noah deprives me of rest, he more than makes up in chubbiness.  That sentence doesn't really make sense.  I'm tired.

I really think having babies is a young person's game.  I'm just too old for this no-sleep sh*t.  I think once you hit 30+ you just can't live off 5 hours of sleep like you could in your early twenties.

I remember my good ol' college days--clubbing until 2:30 am and then stumbling to class at 8 am and feeling just fine and dandy.  But now.  Oh man, if I don't get at least 7.5 hours I'm in a world of hurt.

But Noah's not the only one causing us to lose sleep.  Judah has gotten into a new phase of being scared at night.  He wakes up around 2 or 3 am and screams his head off until one of us drags him into our room to sleep with us.  And once there he proceeds to squirm around and kick us a couple times every hour.  Joy.

So, in short, we are tired.

So tired in fact that we actually had this very pathetic conversation last week.

Spouse: If you could magically push a button and make our kids painlessly disappear, would you?

Me: Isn't that like...murder?

Spouse: No...I said "disappear."

Me:  Isn't that like what the mafia says when they want someone murdered?  'Disappear', 'taken care of', 'sleep with the fishes'?

And then we just had to laugh at how sad our lives had become.  Of course we love our kids and couldn't imagine life without them.

But yeah, if I had a magic button, I would totally press it from 10 pm to 8 am in the morning.