New levels of crankiness were reached this morning after Sebastien's night time waking-up routine took a turn for the worse. He now wishes to not only wake up, but stay up and squirm and fuss for the hour and a half after his feedings (where I used to get at least a little sleep). Hopefully, just like the good old days of staying up all night BY CHOICE, this too, shall pass.
Dave rescued me from sticking my head in the toilet for an extended amount of time at around 6 AM, not long after I tripped over the stool in the bathroom and spilled much of my hard-earned milk on the floor. Talk about heartbreak...
Ah me. On the flip side, I think Sebastien loves me a little. And I love him. And his Daddy too.
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