Back at work full time has been insane. We are severely short staffed, I'm trying desperately to catch-up from the summer madness that I missed out on, and trying fit in time to pump while out in the field. Since the power outages, Wesley routinely gets up four or five times a night. I get up with him for most of them, giving sleep priority to Gil and his school work. (We gotta graduate and get out of CA!) Working full time or more, coming home and mothering, wife-ing, and housekeeping full time, all on extremely fragmented sleep is pretty awful. I had no idea just how much sleep deprivation affects brain function until the last few months. I have a feeling though, at some point in my life I will look back and realize I never was and never will be again as efficient and on top of things as I am right now.
Looking through our pictures, we seem to have a lot of photos of the Wee Lad asleep. Perhaps it is to prove to our groggy selves that yes, he really does sleep sometimes.
Asleep in the carrier after a walk, I got maybe fifteen minutes myself.
Asleep in the carrier after a walk. Gil getting in a few minutes of studying.
Asleep in the carrier (sense a theme here?) on Nona during the olive harvest.
Asleep in his stroller after a Sunday afternoon walk.
In one of the many baby sleep books I've read it says good sleep promotes good sleep. It's just getting into that good sleep routine in the first place that is exhausting.