The children, oh the children, there are SO many of them. Individually they all sleep relatively well at night. If they were only children, my face would be freshly painted, my roots wouldn’t be showing, and I would be out of the infamous pink bathrobe. But…they aren’t. And, I don’t live in the fantasyland described above. There are 5 of them, and when they all have colds, the three littles will each get up 2-3 times at night to complain of boogers and various other upper respiratory related ailments. So, even though the older two didn’t wake, I was still up an average of 5-6 times overnight. Do I have a newborn baby? Heck no. Does it feel like it? Heck yes. In fact, it feels worse. I feel like a truck hit me. I think it is because I’m old, I’m 31 and I feel 56. Actually, probably older, my mom is 56ish and she probably feels better than I do.
So, here I am in my “office” next to their play room, watching them play happily while I fantasize about safe methods of drugging them so that I can get some sleep. Just a little sleep, I would have to stay at my desk with my cell next to me, because I have a full day of child care center related admin duties, but just a LITTLE sleep would be heavenly. Just a LITTLE. Please, oh please!!! I wouldn’t be such a HUGE incessant whiner if this hadn’t been like the third night in a row that this happened. For the first two of them, FPD was at the hospital, so each time it was my job to get up and wipe noses, get water, escort them to the bathroom, etc. Last night he shared the burden, like a good husband, but the effect has still compounded into the ugliness that you would see if you could see into my home office right now.
And, to top it all off, I have a little bit of a scratchy throat. It’s coming for me, I can feel it (insert movie soundtrack of music that indicates impending doom).
who just raised her head long enough to see beautiful snowflakes swirling to the ground. The first of the year. Now she REALLY wants to sleep. She dislikes winter…intensely.