I'm tired. I realize this is not exactly new and revolutionary information, but seeing how my state of exhaustion colors everything I do these days, I feel it's important to point this out on a daily/weekly/hourly basis. In this case I guess you could say I'm using it as a disclaimer. Anywho, I'm especially tired this week because the Hubby has been working from 7am - 7pm every day, which means he hasn't been able to watch the Muffin Man in the mornings while I sleep for an hour. I didn't realize how much I needed that sliver of extra sleep until it went away. Let me tell you, I've been a walking zombie Mama the past couple of days. Monday night was not one of Noah's better nights. I think he was up three or four times, but I've lost count. By the time he woke up for the day at 6:30, I felt like there was no way I could handle a 14 hour day of being a Mommy. Faced with either finding a way to get a bit more shut eye or running the risk of being driven to sticking my head in the oven, I put Noah, his blankie and some of his favorite toys in the swing in our office, turned on some baby music and went back to bed for an hour. I am not proud of this decidedly low moment in my Mothering career, but I certainly felt better when I woke up at 7:30. I'm sure that my son now has severe abandonment issues, but hey, at least Mommy will be more rested when she takes him to therapy.
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