I thought I had escaped exhaustion, leaving it far behind me, with Jacob's first week after his birth. Nope, it's back again. Though this time, I can't place all the blame on just Jake, or all three kids for that matter. The blame belongs mostly to me, with a little help from a teething Jake.
Since Jake's birth, I had been going to bed shortly after the other two kids went. Lately, I've been staying up late. Enjoying my alone time, my peace and quiet. Too bad my body wears out quickly with only 5 hours of sleep each night. I'm sad, mad, and frustrated. With Tim's schedule, I stay up very late some nights, just to get a little more time with him. That combined with a baby who wakes up twice as much as he used to... and you've got a very tired and cranky mom.
It's not a pretty site when I become sleep-deprived. I walk around in a fog, disoriented, irritable, irrational, and well... "duhhhhh". It's impossible to think straight, or carry out one task completely. I feel like I could fall asleep any minute, and am often fighting to keep my eyes open while doing housework, etc. It's almost like I'm sleep walking.
Just call me Zombie Mom!
So in a little bit, I'll be sending the kids to bed. Guess what? I'm going to go too! Sorry Tim, I would LOVE to stay up late just to spend time with you, but I really need some sleep. I know you'll understand. I just hope our Shepherd doesn't get lonesome and start tearing stuff up because of the sudden lack of attention. She tends to do that when we go out, so there's this 'procedure' that's done every time we leave to go somewhere, to make sure there's nothing within her reach to destroy. But that's a story for another time.
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