The Memory Instability

With Anna ceasing to sleep through the night consistently, my husband and I have slipped into the next ring down of the hell that is sleeplessness.

Between him getting up for work at 2 AM (and being back before I leave at 5), and me getting up at 4 AM (and if Anna gets up in the middle of the night) WE'RE EXHAUSTED.

And when I seem to have the slightest bit of energy, or when some daily happening triggers an idea for a good blog post, I write a note on my iPhone.

And that's it. I forget everything else. I can't remember all the awesome sentences I wrote in my head while trying not to fall over on the T while carrying 2 backpacks, a tote bag, a purse, and remaining baby weight (one backpack for laptop, one is the breast pump, tote bag is for my lunch---I knew you'd ask so there you go.)

And then I get to my last nightly pumping and start to write. Sometimes it's easy. Sometimes it's a challenge. And sometimes your arms are so tired from playing the most intense game of volleyball of your life that your fingers are having trouble cooperating.

And then you have to wash breast pump parts.

I swear, I would give ANYTHING to have a magical genie who washes breast pump parts.

You know, like my husband.