My kids. I have the bags under the eyes to prove it. I'm not even embarrassed of this picture; I earned this picture.
I can honestly say I've never been so tired in my life. Why? I did the exact same thing with Zoe. I was actually up even more with Zoe since Oliver is really a better sleeper than she was. The difference is that when I had Zoe, there was no big Zoe. Does that make sense? I'm not sure since I'm so flippin tired. "Sleep when the baby sleeps" is what I keep getting told. Really? Are you going to watch my two year old while I'm sleeping? Because it is pretty challenging to sleep while a two year old is asking you to play with her and read her books. This is where television comes into play.
Maybe I'm a bad mom, but I'm okay with that. I love the television. 20 minutes a day, okay, sure. That is what I'll tell my pediatrician, if she asks. When I've finally got Oliver asleep in his bassinet, Zoe curled up next to me watching Yo Gabba Gabba and I'm heading towards a nice little nap, the best thing I can do is just let the tv keep on going. "Sure honey, one more show is fine." In my mind all I hear is "30 more minutes of sleep for me." That's assuming Oliver doesn't wake up...
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