Well, I’m up in the middle of the night again. Crazy baby. I have got to get me some more sleep soon. I’ve fed him a bit and put him back in bed and put on his music and he’s still wiggling around. I think he’s getting sleepier, though. Come on, Ewan. SLEEP. SLEEP. SLEEP. My favourite mantra. I really miss sleep. I get some of it, but not nearly enough. Some people do well on very little sleep (like my early bird husband) but I really miss it when I don’t get enough. And my freaky dreams just get freakier. Well, he’s pretty calm now–think I’ll go make an effort to get a bit more.
