I have not showered today. There it is. I’m not sure if it will happen before tomorrow or not. It’s 3:51pm and me, my two year old and my five month old are still in our pjs. Granted it’s been pouring all day, and it’s just been a pj sort of afternoon, but nonetheless I know it’s a little shameful.
I am SO TIRED. Any parent will attest to the fact that there simply is no way to adequately explain the definition of exhaustion until you have kids. My BONES are tired. My EYES are tired. Sometimes I am so overcome by it that I feel like I’m vibrating inside, it’s just ridiculous.
That old adage “sleep when the baby sleeps” doesn’t apply anymore – you only get to play that card with your first, OR if you’re lucky enough to have your first remain in daycare when you have your second, but we don’t do daycare in this family, so I’m S.O.L. when it comes to napping.
Naturally my littlest ones typically refuse to sleep at the same time, and more often than not the minute one falls asleep the other wakes up. It’s a maniacal cycle that literally sucks the life out of me. Yes, literally… I see it leaving my body and seeping through the windows.
I try not to whine too much about this, as one of my dear friends has FIVE children and I’ve never heard her complain. But sometimes I just feel like I’ve hit that wall. To the mothers out there… don’t you ever feel like it’s truly miraculous that you are even ALIVE AND BREATHING on such little sleep? I’ve honestly wondered about it some days, it seems to defy logic and science.
So on this rainy day I have gotten out every toy that we own and strewn them across the family room in hopes of keeping my two year old occupied.
Live from my house:
At least when the days are long and the sun is hiding, I can always count on the humour of an eight year old to make me laugh (in another room after I’ve shaken my finger at her and told her I am NOT amused):
Time to start dinner.