Last week, I believe I survived on adrenaline, chai, my children’s hugs and kisses, and occasional meals.
I wrote a bunch of stuff here, I wrote a bunch of stuff elsewhere, and my 2nd blog anniversary came to pass (I could do some links here but I’m lazy). I was on Twitter and Facebook talking about Peeps (what are they and why the fascination, I asked?), and in the middle of all that, I did a lot of solo parenting during the week.
So it was to no one’s surprise (well, aside from me), that on Saturday morning, I could barely get out of bed. No matter how little sleep I get, I can usually leap out of bed, straight into the shower. Not this day, no. I had a baby crawling all over me, playing with my phone (and probably calling a bunch of people at 6.30 a.m., I am sorry), and I could not get my sorry behind out of bed.
Eventually, I managed to crawl out, get both children up, dressed and breakfasted, and promptly lay in a useless heap on the couch, still in my stinky pajamas where I stayed for a good while, keeping one eye open on the boys.
When 9 o’clock rolled around and I survived a shower, I told my husband that I was feeling sick, although I couldn’t explain where I hurt, why I felt like crap, I just felt fatigued and nauseous (no, I am not pregnant). For possibly the first time in my life, I listened to him when he ordered me to rest for the day.
I slept from 2.00 to 7.00 p.m., waking up intermittently to feed the baby, and diaper changes while my beloved made decisions for me throughout the day. Children carted off to their grandparents, dinner was pizza and bedtime for me was 10.00 p.m. (after ice cream because ice cream makes everything better).
On Sunday, I woke up at 7.00, feeling (slightly) human again.
Turns out, I was probably just sleep-deprived.
There is no moral to this story. Because last night, I went to bed at my usual hour, and this morning, I was up at 6.30 again. I have a full to-do list, lots of ideas for the blog and my writing, many books to read, and children to play with.
Until the next collapse-into-heap-moment, I’ll just chug along until my body speaks up again.
When was the last time you took an afternoon nap?
In a great twist of irony, I have a post on Everyday Family advocating 10 ways to save your sanity as a first-year mom – well, for any mom really. I need to take my own advice.