and I hate feeling pissed off at Doug because of it. I hate feeling like he is getting most of the sleep and me, not so much. I'm just mad this morning. I didn't get much sleep hence the reason for my bad humor this morning, and I look at the pictures from Samantha's birthday party yesterday... and let me say.. I'm NOT HAPPY here!
Doug insisted.. I mean REALLY insisted about me being in the pictures with Samantha for opening her presents. Fine, but please make sure their not blurry! I mean, sure it's great after all these years to be in the pictures with the kidlets, but don't mess up, OK? Yeah, well their not THAT blurry.. but there are HUGE gaping shadows from my step dad and other fatties shadowing pictures big time. (yeah, I'm a fatty too, I know)
Overall, I know the reason I am feeling so down about stuff is I NEED sleep.
I know it will get better. I know I am enjoying all the little moments with Cameron... I just want to wallow in my misery for a moment this morning and whine like a baby that I want more than two hours of uninterrupted sleep. *sigh*
Vent over. Let's look at happy pictures from last night.