To sleep or to drink....

My first child was a dream, he slept from an early age and I felt like I was a champion mother who just had the right touch. Now I feel like my touch is about to get out of hand if little Miss doesn't finally learn to sleep.
Is there anything more torturous than lack of sleep??? Seriously, I feel like I have on some really thick glasses, ear plugs and a vise grip around my cranium...and that is after the morning coffee and 2 Tylenol.
I guess the most evident clue that I am sleep deprived is my unjustified new found hate for all those moms out there whose babies sleep. Really, I hate them. They look pretty, they are on time and for some godforsaken reason they are always happy. Normally I am a pretty chipper person but right now my dog is cowering in the corner of the room, the blinds are all drawn, I have a mug of milk (spiked with Kahluah and vodka) and my kids "blankie" wrapped around my shoulders. Please let the sleep fairies take me.....take me for a long long time.
Last night little Miss was awake every 25minutes between 9pm-4:30am. I have begged for help, pleaded for it actually....now I have relented, I am going to pay for it....sleep doula here I come....give me back my sanity, or give me a bigger bottle of booze.

Welcome

I am fairly new to blogging. Recently I started my first blog . A blog for an online course I am taking. It has helped me to see that blogging can be fun. So, here I am. For two years now I have been procrastinating putting my kids photos in albums. I have hundreds, thousands actually and have no where to start. So I decided to abandon that avenue and start blogging about my kids. They are so cute, and my toddler Sam says the darnedest things. the problem is, that I like so many before me have mommy brain and can only remember these for a few fleeting moments. So, I have opened this site in honour of my two beautiful babies. It is here that I hope to tell the good and not so good details of our daily lives, so I can remember and hopefully someday they can see how much they are loved.

So, without further adieu, welcome to the Gitter family.