On being tired.

Sometimes when you have a baby in your house the days get a bit blurry.

For 5.5 months now I have been living life in roughly 3 hour increments, day and night.  Sleep, wake up, nurse, play, nurse, sleep, wake up, nurse, play, nurse, sleep, wake up, etc..... round and round and round, I've been doing this since April--  which is getting to be a long time ago now.

Thank heavens for kindergarten.
And also thank heavens for my work which gives me a bit of a mental break from my mommy job.
And thank heavens for my baby who is basically a happy and jolly little friend even at 2am.  

In short, I'm not complaining, but Man-O-Man, I'm tired.  

I don't mind it it, really.  Because being tired is not the same as being unhappy.  A house with young children is a joyful havoc, as my mother would say.
And, for the most part, it's true.

I don't really have much else to say tonight (too tired).  So here are some photos and a little video. I'm sure there's got to be something poetic about being exhausted, lounging around with the children and the big orange cat, etc... Enjoying the little people who extend my days and shorten my nights and reset my clock every 3 hours.