That's how much sleep I got last night. I think I finally dropped off around 5 a.m. - it was starting to get light out, last I remember - and then the baby woke up at 6:30.
I fucking hate nights like that. I got up, went in the other room, watched a bit of TV til I felt sleepy, read for a bit, all the usual things I do that usually allow me to fall asleep. They all failed last night.
I feel like someone's poured the contents of a sandbox into my eyes and my head feels like it's in vice grips. If I don't get a nap in today, there's a distinct possibility that I might kill someone. Probably myself.