I may or may not have shed a few tears this morning. (which means I did) And not for a legitimate reason... I don't know what a typical sleeping pattern is for a 3 week old but little D may have his days and nights confused. He will sleep fine if he is being held or for an hour in his crib but once he realizes that someone put him down...
So between the hours of 4-7 he and I "slept" on the couch. I began to finally doze off around the time that the infomercials begin to shut off (6:30ish) which is also when our apartment started to wreak of gasoline and sound like it was in the middle of a tornado.
Two Words: Grounds Maintenance.
People dressed like something out of Ghostbusters flooded the parking lot, and for a good hour I couldn't hear a thing, let alone go to sleep. I think it was hormones or lack of sleep but it felt like the end of the world to me. Here's to hoping those pesky little fellas don't come back anytime soon..
Especially this one who looked like The Terminator