I was making coffee in my half-asleep mode, which seems to be my only mode nowadays. I put the grounds in with the filter, I poured the water in, and I hit the start button. What I forgot to do was put the pot back in. Coffee and grounds EVERYWHERE. I’m pretty sure I giggled the giggle of insanity. Utter and absolutely insanity. Tom came into the room, too tired to be angry. He had the brilliant idea to go get an actual towel, seeing as how the one paper towel I’d pulled off the roll just didn’t seem to be doing a sufficient job. Honestly, I’m surprised I remembered to put underwear on today.
Charlotte is such a beautiful, amazing child. But if she could learn to sleep until 7:00am, that would be awesome. This 5:30 thing is just killing my spirit. Tom’s is pretty much dead already. We look at each other and we’re just like “what was your name again?” The only words we can form consistently are “diaper”, “formula”, “feeding”, “poop”, “diaper rash” and “pee.” We can’t quite use them in a sentence, nor can we form a complete thought. It’s a new feeling to string together broken phrases in my head. When they come out as words, I sound like half my brain was removed. I will say things like “when she eat last?” and “diaper? How bad?” Tom will respond similarly with “uh 4:30.” and “bad. Poop all over. Through outfit. Had to change.”
But, in spite of the fact that we sound like cartoon cave-dwellers speaking English for the first time, I’m happy. I’m in love. And I am dog-tired. Someone, for the love of God, bring me a white chocolate mocha with no whipped cream. Thankyouverymuch.