I’m sleep deprived. Seriously seriously big time sleep deprived and the only thing that I can compare it to is the pain and exhaustion on Mia’s Farrow’s face as she carries Satan’s baby in her belly. It started at the beginning of the month when John came down with what I think was whooping cough. He was vaccinated for it when I forced him to go get a physical and strangely enough he became really sick two days later. Possibly it was a coincidence? He’ll never go back to the doctor that’s for certain Then, last week Finnegan decided to start waking up at 2am to throw up. This has persisted now for over a week and almost every night. He’s fine during the day- completely normal but at night he’s agitated and sick. We’re in the process right now of figuring out what the problem is- could be gastritis, could be something more serious, or could just be some freaky little psychological pattern he’s got himself into. Strangely enough the night that Hurricane Sandy blew through he slept the entire night- peacefully, in spite of the house shaking and tree branches pelting the windows. He’s so weird.
And so because of massive sleep deprivation I’m functioning at a solid 30%. I can walk, talk (with some slurring), blink and dress myself but that’s about it. Creativity doesn’t live here anymore. I hope it returns soon.