#sleepdeprived

2025 was a freaking fever dream. 2025 didn't feel real guys! I looked at the number. Nope. Still in 2024. Looked at this year's number—2026—nope. Not a real number. What the fuck is a—*checks calendar*—2026??

Winter storm is hitting. My area less than others but its still stormy and windy out. Which, I dont mind. I've always liked storms. I love the electric energy, and find them soothing. But something shifted after becoming a parent. My baby isn't so little anymore but still, has a tendency to wake when the weather gets rough and come running to me for safety and reassurance. Which is cute and sweet and I will love the moments when im reminded they are still young and still need me. But as it is, I can't enjoy the storm and can't sleep, because I have one ear open for the little running footsteps. Sigh. I miss sleeping 😴

autism mom mode: sleep-deprived, over-caffeinated, still showing up.