Three Nights

I did one night by myself last week. One night it was just me and the kids. No backup. No Mama.

The power of the boobs was absent.

And I'll say... By the time morning came, I was tired... I was questioning my sanity... I was so glad to see Mama come home, it was ridiculous.

So... To follow that up... One week later, I'm going for three nights in a row.

I usually stay quite optimistic, but even having said that, I don't expect to have much sanity left come Saturday morning.

The boy is off with Grandma for two nights. He was never the issue on this one though.

The girl... At five months old... Is pretty much what I worry about.

Sleep. I worry about sleep.

Ear plugs. I might just have to put headphones on while I cuddle with a crying little elf.

She is wonderful. She is happy. She is adorable.

In the middle of the night though, when she should be sleeping... It's a little challenging to remember those things.

It'll be alright.

I'll be ok.

If I'm still able to form words by Saturday morning, I'll take that as a win.