I would kill for a 3-hour stretch of sleep right about now. Last night, baby girl’s longest was an hour and a half. Ninety minutes. More often less. I am dragging today.
In brighter news, tomorrow is the deadline for what Hubby is now referring to as his dream job. I won’t go into detail until/unless it becomes relevant, but fingers crossed we hear something soon. He also got an email saying he’s made it to the pre-interview stage for another job, close to where his cousins live, which could mean having some help close by on occasion….We can dream, can’t we?