I'm running on about 4 hours of sleep so please forgive me if this post is a little more random than usual. This picture sums up the kind of night we've had:
Everly finally decided to give in and is currently sleeping on my chest in her Solly Baby Wrap (she either loves or hates being in it and right now it's love).
I should probably be sleeping too, but once I'm up for the day it's hard to lay back down. And if I manage to fall asleep I'm grumpier when I wake up than if I'd just stayed awake. So it might just be a PJ day.
In other sad news, my maternity leave is almost over. I actually worked on Saturday to kind of test the waters because Brad was going to be off. It wasn't as horrible as I imagined, but I still missed her so bad it hurt. I'm very grateful that my boss let me cut back to three days a week, and I have two amazing women that will be taking care of E while I'm there, but it still sucks. Why can't we be in two places at once?