Grunt..snore...ugh.

I am super tired today. Elliott is waking up every hour or hour and a half to eat and isn't really into sleeping in between, making for a very tired Nicki. David had something important going on for work/school today and so he ended up on the couch around 2 or so to be able to form coherent thoughts. I've tried the sleep while he sleeps thing, but the drawback is figuring out what to do when he won't fill his side of the bargain for more than 20 minutes.

I took a shower and went to make coffee for myself for the first time in almost a year, and of course we are out of it the only time I need some caffeine. I'm substituting my favorite tea, which is still pretty good, but it's still not coffee. What I really need is a fresh dose of all those hormones that had me blissfully happy and patient to retrieve my grunty, squirmy little boy from his bassinet in the beginning instead of thinking, "Really? You again?!" Then I drag myself to his bed and pick him up and he immediately starts to quiet down and grabs at my hair or my shirt or fingers. Like all he really needed was that warm lady that feeds him and carried him around for 9 months to show him she was still around and hadn't abandoned him to the creepy sheep that makes ocean sounds. And I think, well- that really isn't too much to ask after all.