B5 (Boy/Baby #5) is not so good in the sleep category. Or nap category either. If it requires him to be detached from me, he's not interested. I'm fatigued, not because I don't sleep at night, because *we* do, but because this baby is in my arms all day unless I get a breather in the form of Grandma or Daddy.
I've noticed that I'm not thinking right either. Like I am inexplicably slow at putting two and two together. Thoughts such as, "We need milk" take a few hours to join up with their sister thought of, "We need to go to the grocery store."
But eventhough this thinking is disjointed, it doesn't keep me from coming up with new ideas. Ones that come from outer space and have no linkage, rhyme, nor reason. Earlier this week I decided that if it was an object and it had to be stored on a counter, desk, etc. it belonged in a basket. And this has taken off quite well and definitely looks better but I keep running through three places to get such baskets in my head: Freecycle, Michael's, Thrift Stores. But if you ask me what I plan to get at the thrift store, I'll draw a blank. It's crazy.
You'd be more prone to think I've had a brain injury instead of a baby.
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