Jinxed

Of course, two days after I post about all the wonderful progress we are making with Charlie's sleep, he decides to go on a slumber strike. He hasn't slept for more than two hours at a time (and mostly even less) for over twenty four hours. 

I'm swaying on my feet. 

I'm seeing stars.

I'm wondering why the kitchen faucet is pouring hot water when I clearly have the handle pushed to the left.

I would be counting the hours until Scott gets home if I didn't desperately need him to go grocery shopping. 

Babies are hard.

Oh, and in case you were wondering, Charlie is NOT on a party strike.

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At least somebody's having a good time.