When I started my journey to wean Izzy a week ago I was anticipating less sleep than I was getting. The first few days wasn't too bad. I was seeing progress so I was more than willing to go through the day more on the tired side as long as I kept seeing improvements. By the fifth night I the lack of sleep was getting to me. Even though Izzy was able to get some sleep I wasn't from spending most of my night in That Blasted Chair. I was irritated and some (okay most) of the frustration was pointed right at the hubby. I took on 99.999999% of child care since Izzy was born. That includes the time I was still working 12 hours night shifts and than I had to care for her in the morning when I got home.