6 months of interrupted sleep is starting to make me angry.
I sniped at Ben all morning and realized my face was screwed up in a perma-frown as I took Jack to school this morning on my (late! always late!) way to campus. I saw him looking a bit furrowed in the back seat, holding his lunch box with 2 mittened hands, so I knew an immediate trip to Starbucks for some sugar was in order (the baby weight! why won't it go away?)
At school, he wanted to take a walk to finish his doughnut (which is still in my car waiting for the post-lunch ride home because, as you will see, he got cold).
My coffee date with Jack:
I felt much better after that.