I am sick. Have been since Saturday night/Sunday. Of course being sick and trying to take care of a baby is not the equivalent of your parents telling you they are taking you to Disney World. Paul has been SUPER nice, getting up with Mason during the night for the past two nights for me and THEN working all day, cleaning the house, attempting to make dinner/kill us with smoke inhalation, pretty much being SUPERMAN. Obviously I owe him big time - like Playstation 3 BIG TIME.
The only thing is that Mason is a nap-fighter and I am pretty much the only one that knows the rockingshushingpattingOMGthat'stheticket that gets him to go to sleep, usually within 5-10 minutes. So, instead of getting an extra 2 hours of sleep, I pretty much just lay in bed listening to Mason scream and Paul trying everything he can to get him to go down. The catch 22 is that it is so super sweet that Mason loves his mommy BUT damnit I am sicker than hell and showing no signs of getting better because my body is screaming "HEY LADY GET SOME SLEEP and like, FEED YOURSELF something other than cheese and Triscuits!!"