Kill me now

I think I got 2 hours of sleep last night? And I don't mean two hours consecutively. I don't know what happened. Well, I know for sure that I shouldn't have stayed up so late watching Hurt Locker. That was two and half hours of sleep I may never get back. Then Edie decided to wake up. Over and over. The third time I decided to just make a bed on her floor and sleep with her there. She was pulling her favorite move of falling deeply asleep the second she was in my arms and then flipping her shit every time I put her in her crib. So we sort of kind of fell asleep on the couch cushion bed together, but then, I don't know. It was so uncomfortable! And Edie was so in my way! And then at 5:30 she just woke up. Like for the day. I tried to ignore the fact that she was clearly up. Until 6am and now we're downstairs with her playing on her play-mat thing. I'm basically just waiting/hoping for her to get tired again so that maybe I can get another hour of sleep. SO HATING LIFE RIGHT NOW.