Putting mascara on one eye, and not the other.
Spreading garlic on your butter and jelly bagel (OMG, Don't. Ask.)
Writing emails that have no coherent thoughts or messages because you leave out key verbs and pronouns.
Leaving your purse in your drawer at work, and not realizing it until you hit the highway and your car tells you that you have 5 Miles to Empty. <--- Scariest message ever.
And finally, the pièce de résistance:
Accidentally wearing a pair of brown shoes with your entirely black outfit. #FashionFail.
Yes, my darling girl must be having separation anxiety, because once she gets in her lovely 6 hour stretch of sleep from 8-2, she wakes up every hour after that. Which means I wake up every hour past 2am. Which means I only sleep about 4 solid hours every night. Which means I am OTM (One Tired Momma).
But here's the thing. There are three very large reasons why, despite the sleep deprivation and downright stupidity due to said sleep deprivation, I still feel like the luckiest girl in the world.
1. My perspective is different than most. I prayed for this little baby for so long, and I know we are so fortunate to have her that nothing could stop me from loving every single moment with her. Even if many of those moments are in the wee hours of the morning.
2. I know that this is just a phase, and she'll grow out of it before we know it. But little ones are little for such a short amount of time, and I don't want to wish the time away.
3. Look at this face. I'd gladly trade sleep for this. Any day.