About sleep deprivation for me is:

There is a point I reach where I’m so damn exhausted that it feels physically impossible for me to get upset.

I’m thankful this moment decided to coincide with Maman’s departure. There were no tears. I was too far gone for that to happen.

And now, am saying many hail Mary’s that I slept for three straight hours. Not the wisest decision for my boobs — I should be feeding about every two and a half because of the mastitis but this afternoon I thought, f you, mastitis and you, boobs! I am sleeping.

My boobs are clearly running the show and I am slightly regretting this decision but hey, I’ll take some more burning boobs and pain for this rested feeling any day.

I hope you and your mammary glands are having a wonderful Saturday.