I'm not sleeping. Not just at this moment, but in general. I go to bed early, but don't fall asleep for hours. It sucks. There are a variety of things causing me great anxiety right now (and none of them are related to W, surprisingly), which I'm sure is a major factor in my lack of sleep. I hate when I go through these insomnia phases. I'm really hoping I can get some of the issues resolved this week and get back to sleeping. I miss sleep.
Speaking of anxiety and not sleeping, I discovered 16 and Pregnant this weekend. I felt so badly for the poor mom on this show. Her boyfriend/baby-daddy was a bit of a lazy, worthless douche, and watching her struggle through those newborn days essentially on her own really struck a chord with me. Let me clarify. B was extremely helpful when W was a wee little thing. What got to me while I was watching this show was the memory of those newborn days, and imagining what it would have been like to do it all on my own. I never, never would have made it. Never. I was getting so upset for the poor girl that I started having an anxiety attack. It was a bit ridiculous. And B made me turn the show off when he thought I was going to start hyperventilating.
Not much of a point to this anecdote, really. I guess the take-home lesson is don't watch trashy television about teen moms with douchey baby-daddies when you so very obviously still have issues revolving around your own child's newborn days.