I'm officially off my rocker. I walked into Chloe's room this morning and found her awake in her bed. When she saw me, she immediately started screaming... not a "I'm so happy to see you, I love you so much" scream, but a "you better fix me a bottle, pronto, and then change my stinky diaper" scream. I leaned over her, looked her square in the eye and said,
"Hi. I'm your mom. I'm here to meet your needs."
No idea where that came from. I. need. more. sleep. 2 hours a night ain't cuttin' it.