A New Level of TIRED!

I think that I may have reached the final tier of tiredness. The last conscious pitstop before you literally fall asleep on your feet or become a zombie. It's partly my own fault, and partly the trappings of my life. 

NT is 16 months old, and has only slept through the night (7:30pm-6:00am) maybe 5 times. I think that is a generous estimate. He's not a fussy baby. He has suffered at the hands of the petri dish we call preschool (J's), and been sick on and off again since September. Add to that the glacially slow movement of mega molars poking through his tender gums (making them bleed!), and I can stir up some empathy. For the last month he has been wakeful, like clockwork, every 2 hours. I stumble to his room, nurse him, rock him, put him back to bed, stumble back to my bed and sleep for 1.5 hours, then repeat. 

I had several coping mechanisms, from coffee to power naps, which have all recently failed due to circumstances of fate and choice. 

Tired, tired, tired. I walk into rooms and can't remember why I am there. I locked us all out of the house this week while The Honey was on a ski trip and had to call the locksmith. I put the milk in the cupboard, and let the teapot boil down to nothing. I have dark circles under my eyes. I caught the boys' cold. My immune system is finally too tired to resist.

I have this picture of The Honey and J and I, when J was 5 months old. It was taken just under 4 years ago, candidly, by a friend. The Honey and I look about 20 years old. Recent pictures reveal our actual age to be 113. 

Not to worry though. It's the weekend. The Honey is home again. Tonight I am going to go to bed before 11, and I am sleeping in on Saturday AND Sunday. I have a dream that NT will sleep for 11 straight hours, and J won't wake shouting, "I have a pee leak!" 15 minutes into my REM cycle. Whatever. I have sleep to look forward to, and these days that is the best thing.