Dying for 8 hours
It’s official. I am NOT supermom.
For the past few weeks Annabelle has decided she no longer needs to sleep past 4 a.m. Happy giggles and babbling come loudly over the monitor each morning around 4:02 a.m., which apparently is a cue for the cat to start meowing and pawing at the door. Personally, I haven’t seen 4 a.m. since Annabelle was two weeks old and before that was in college. I don’t believe for one minute that my body wants to or can function at this obnoxious hour. After about six days I seriously thought I was going to die. How the heck do women do this? Being a full-time employee, mother, maid and wife is A LOT harder than I ever thought it would be. I can’t even imagine being a single mother who works full-time. Kudos to you mothers out there. You’re doing a great job at EVERYTHING! Hopefully Annabelle and your little ones will appreciate all you do for them someday and hopefully my husband will forgive me for being a grouch during my sleepless weeks. But then, he could get up and get her too 
