It's 1:38am...and I've only closed my eyes for moments at a time. Lailah is awake after having fallen asleep at 10pm. She woke at midnight and here we are...Baby Einstein in the DVD player, toys scattered and a bowl sweet potatoes and rice. Oh, and did I mention that we did this LAST NIGHT as well? 2:45-5:30am. :/ I don't know what is going on, but honestly it's these nights that truly test me as a woman, mother, wife, and all my sanity required to balance these "hats.". I get so frustrated. I'm exhausted. I'm non stop with her during the day and when and if she naps it is my ONLY time to actually get things done...aka...I DON'T NAP! I know I should, but I can't bring myself to do it. My eyes are so heavy and dingle berry is crawling around and flailing her pudgy pop-bead arms like it's 1999. I'm doing everything I can to stay awake, and positive. Although, I'm doing 100% better tonight than I did last night. I am writing this post from my new mobile blogging app, laying on the couch. Lai is about to grab a cat toy, and I don't want to get up. She looks so incredibly cute wobbling around in her diaper and pink tee that reads ,"Does this diaper make my butt look big?"Her soft blonde hair and sparkly earrings (12 hours new) make her even more irresistible. But wait, I'm frustrated remember? Oh well, I guess God makes our babies adorable and silly with the ability to melt our heart and soul with a single bat of their lashes, for a reason...that we fall irrevocably in love with them and some how find the power within us to endure these sleepless nights, selfless lives, and messy homes...some how. ::sigh:: Off I go to play with the little boo. G'night...err...g'morning. It's 2:02am. And I remember...this too, shall pass.
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