Words seep out of my head, hanging, lost, in the dark hours as I lie awake in the small hours feeding my teething, poorly, un-sleep-trained baby. They never make it to the written form anymore.

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I no longer count my sleep in how many unbroken hours I get but in how many extra fifteen minute intervals of sleep I can accrue.

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Matthew has returned from another trip to the US, jetlagged as always. He will have trouble staying awake for the next couple of days.

I am chronically sleep deprived. I too will have trouble staying awake for the next couple of days and possibly the next couple of years after that.

But a trip is unavoidable. So we get in the car and we assess who is best to drive by who is less likely to kill us all as a result of tiredness-related driver error.

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Sometimes I stand in the kitchen and I have no memory of what I am doing, and often, no memory of how I got there.

Sometimes I wonder if I have actually been asleep standing up.

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So much is going on but there is no time to blog it. I only wish it was because I was spending so much time asleep. Ugh.