Is brain fog permanent?

Sleep deprivation is beginning to hit.  Hard. 

The first two weeks after Levi was born, I was handling the lack of sleep pretty well.  After all, I'd been having insomnia and disturbed nights (thank you, acid reflux) pretty regularly for weeks (months?) before his arrival.  However, this week, it's a different story.  I physically ache with exhaustion.  My head is fuzzy, and no amount of caffeine helps.  The house is suffering; it's a total and complete wreck.  And that happened, by the way, all in a single day.  We just seem to keep devolving.  I can barely think, barely work, and there is so much to do, so much on the schedule.  There are about five things that demand my attention when there's a free moment, and the best I can muster sometimes is to simply stare at it.  This morning, when Simon woke up, I couldn't face the morning.  So I brought him back into bed with me and Levi and put up with him sticking his fingers in my mouth, messing with my nose, and pulling on my hair to entertain  himself while I pretended to sleep.  For me, this is something akin to desperation.

I tell myself that if Levi is like Eliza, it's just a matter of weeks before he's sleeping through the night and I am, too.  If he's like Simon, though... it will be another year before regular sleep will be coming.  So far, he trends like Simon.  It may be time to put on the Big-Girl Panties and get used to it. 

I'm thinking it's time to come up with a strategy.  Something a little stronger than coffee (as I'm limited on my caffeine in-take) and more than just wearing Levi around so he naps longer.  But what?  Pandora on my phone?  Fail, so far.  Haven't found a "station" that really keeps me upbeat enough to carry me through.  Maybe lugging my laptop from room to room, playing comedies on MediaCenter.  Buddy the Elf, what's your favorite color?  Something.  Because we can't live like this forever.  Which is why I truly hope brain fog is not permanent.