it must be time for a vacation

It just has to be. Last night I was so tired that I thought my breast was a slice of uncooked turkey meatloaf. I was so frustrated that the baby wouldn't take the meatloaf and go back to sleep! Poor husband picked up on my delirium and took the baby downstairs to change her and try to get her to sleep. A few minutes later, our older daughter woke up. So hubby went from one child to the next, wound up sleeping on the floor of the nursery, and got up early with the toddler. He's tough as nails I tell you!

Parenthood - it's rough on my sanity.