Is it bad that I am seriously considering leaving my husband simply because I am so sleep deprived that the idea of the babies going to their dad's for the weekend- and me finally getting to sleep- sounds like heaven? My little lion is sick. Very sick. Which means sleepless nights and whiny days. Since Tuesday I have had 3 hours of sleep. It's Friday. My husband knows this, he sees how much the little lion and I are suffering, but he won't help. Last night I went to bed at 9:30, having been awake, alone, and dealing with a sick baby for 36 hours straight. My little lion roared a half an hour later. My hubby was still up but I had to pull baby duty. I guess he was busy...or something. Same thing at 11:45. I finally got up for the day at midnight- with a screaming baby, worried crazy, and utterly exhausted. And my husband, continuing the great tradition of men being insensitive asshats, refused to help. Again. I spent the night on the floor in the lion's den, trying to console the inconsolable. My husband spent the night sleeping. Again. To give him credit he did tell me that he would get up with the little lion and let me sleep until 7:30am when he leaves for work...he told me this at 6am. I told him to f**k off. I am not very nice sometimes- monsters are like that, you know. I need some music to motivate me, to get me through the exhaustion fog. This is my current favorite song. Lately, it just fits my mood for some reason...
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