Crying it out...

Some people can get by with as little as 4 hours of sleep. Me? Not so much. I need at least 8. At least. I'm talking, if DON'T get 8, I'm not able to function correctly. Ideally? 12. Yes. 12. As in 7 to 7, etc...If I get 12 I wake up singing zippidy doo da and fly through my day, pooping sunshine and rainbows. Why is that? I have 3 kids. Why can't I get satisfaction from the 6 hours I tend to so often get? It's been weeks, WEEKS, since I've had a decent night of sleep. I'm getting by, I'm managing, but by God, I don't know how much longer I can put up with this!
Leah decided that since she's slept thru the night since she came home from the hospital, that now was the time to get back at us. Apparently approzimately 2 weeks ago, Leah woke up, and mistakingly, I nursed her. Well Leah decided she liked this whole, "I wake up, and cry, I get held, and fed by Mommy!" thing. So since then, she has decided that 10, 12, 2, and 4, are the perfect hours for breastmilk. Then we're up at 6:30 to start the day. That schedule suites Leah just fine. She gets two to three, 2 or 3 hour naps a day. With "car naps" in between.
I'm tired. I'm BEYOND tired. And it's just getting worse. The more nights that add up, the more I'm running myself down. I don't even know what a memory is anymore. If I move something, don't even bother asking where I put it, just ask me to help you look for it.
At breakfast this morning, as I pulled Leah's highchair closer, I made sure not to pull it to far from the wall, for fear that I would unplug her. I'm still not sure if it were her I was worried about unplugging, or her highchair. If I could unplug Leah, I would have done it at 4 o'clock this morning.
Okay, this rant was just about being tired. All mom's can sympethize with me on this. Some dad's too.