Still at it, People.

16 months strong now. Lately, I’ve been feeling frustrated — because James suddenly is not sleeping through the night at all and I’m in there about 7 times.

I’ve taken to sleeping on his floor because it’s just easier. It’s grueling. Sleep deprivation … that’s no joke.

I feel like I’m constantly teetering on The Edge. It takes an incredible amount of energy to remain calm and level headed — to know that I am not my emotions.

My emotions are just a physical indication of where I’m at, and that place is changing.

It won’t always be like this.

It feels never ending, in the thick of it. Day after day that turns into weeks which become months that this has been going on — but I know it will pass.

In the meantime : lots of grace.

And coffee.