It Feels Like A Monday

Last night was a rough night. Addy was up 5 times. Yep, count 'em, 5 times. I am just at a loss as to what to do. Our sleep plan is working great as far as getting her into bed at naptime and in the evening at a good time and her self soothing herself to sleep, but it seems that whenever we seem to be making progress with how often she is waking up in the night, it all goes to the crapper and we go back to where we were before (or, in the case of last night, worse than where we were before). I am absolutely exhausted today.

Addy woke up this morning about the time Jamie got home from his night shift and he gave her a bottle so I didn't have to get up. She was happy enough with the bottle for about 20-30 minutes, but then started to fuss. I told Jamie to turn off the monitor so the noise didn't keep him up when I got up with her, which he did, but then I thought, "Just a couple more minutes," and I fell back asleep for like 40 minutes while she was in her room pissed off. Bad Mommy.

I need to get the Christmas cards done and in the mail today. And I really don't have that many to do, it's just a matter of getting my ass in gear and taking a half hour or an hour, but I just haven't been in the Christmas-y spirit for the last little while. All the anticipation for the day has gotten to me and now I am just sick of all the preparations and everything and want to be done with it. And I don't think I've ever felt this way before. I'm especially surprised by it because it's Addy's first Christmas and I thought I'd be more into it this year than usual. I guess the problem is I've also been looking forward to it for longer than usual. Now I just feel like the grinch.