*cries* I honestly feel like I will never sleep a night again. I feel like my daughter will depend on me to put her to sleep the rest of mine/her life. I feel like we won’t have any more children because this sleep stuff? Is hell. I feel like I have the only child who defies sleep. Every other baby I know has slept from the beginning! I feel like throwing in the towel at even attempting to help change her habits, what good does it do anyway? (I know all this is totally ridiculous and won’t happen but I am seriously at the end of my limit. Once again.)

Some times this Mommy thing, just gets to me. It’s overwhelming. It’s tiring. It pushes me way past my limit and then some how brings me back again with her sweet face. But seriously? Some times? I just. Can’t. Take. It. Anymore. Today is one of those days.

I’m lost in piles of books, articles, mommy advice, a screaming child, a husband, all sorts of life demands, and no idea where to even begin.

I know I should turn all this over to God. The truth is? I have many, many times. I feel like He doesn’t hear my cry or prayers. I feel like I’m supposed to just suck it up and be patient and loving and kind and gentle (I do try, I do). But it keeps getting to me, this no sleep thing. Nothing. Works.

*sobs*