Ask my mom. She came over today to help out and got an earful about things that are bothering me--all of them completely reasonable, I'm sure.
But here's what I'm facing. Sleep in 1 - 2 1/2 hour bursts. Life as a milk station . . . and a rocker (not the cool Foo Fighters kind) . . . and a butt wiper.
It's been 5 years since I've done this, and I think I must have been a calmer, less irritable, saint-type of person way back then. Either that or I've blocked it from memory because of the indelible trauma.
All I know is that right now I feel a little crazy and a lot irritable. Of course, I'm fully convinced everything that's irritating me is 110% justifiable.
Take for instance, late night TV. Bleary-eyed and desperate, here's the type of stirring line-up I'm scrolling through on the Directv Guide at 2 in the morning:
- Ahh!!! Zombies!!!
- World's Safest Chainsaw
- 24 Ladders in One
- Zombie Honeymoon
- Hairy Bikers
- Ticked Off Trannies with Knives (my personal favorite)
But you know what? They're probably all MALES and have no idea what it's like to be up at 2am feeding a baby. They're all sleeping like rocks and completely unaware there's any problem . . . which, incidently, could lead into just ONE facet of another topic of irritation. But I won't go there . . .
Because I may be just a little bit crazy right now. Just maybe.