No one said it was easy
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In the past 48 hours I’ve…
- Gotten nine solid hours of sleep
- Run five loads of laundry
- Co-administered four doses of baby ibuprofen
- Been pulled out of my bed by 4 a.m.
- Spent 5 hours in conference calls
- Downed not enough cups of coffee
- Showered… ZERO times
Don’t worry, I know I totally look like it, too.
It’s been a brutal two days. As I mentioned, Sawyer has been sick with a fever and pretty nasty cough. Due to his cough, he hasn’t been sleeping well, which has resulted in too many day time naps, which then continues the cycle of not sleeping well and eventually becoming so overtired that nothing can console him — so I realized at 4:30 this morning when nothing I did worked. Imagine: baby monster boy thrashing about, falling into a pile on your lap and moaning as you stroke his back, occasionally letting out a Velociraptor screech. Insert occasional bouts of phlegm spew. Be jealous.
Finally at 5:15, I plopped him in the car and we drove around listening to the wheels on the bus. I thought for sure he would fall asleep, but instead it turned into a giggle song-fest screaming ROUND AND ROUND! I’m pretty sure we were both on the verge of delirium at this point.
So we return home, eat waffles, throw the ball, play the piano, look for birdies, dance in the kitchen, play with our noodles and pot, read books (did I mention time is now standing still and only 10 minutes have passed since we walked in the door?) and so on. Of course and two hours later…
Too bad Mama can’t take the same luxury. Nope, instead I head off to work — you know, the job I get paid to do.
If you see a woman struggling to keep her eyes open, cackling with delirium or stretching in her office to prevent her back from decomposing, take pity on her. Please. And maybe buy her a cup of coffee. Or two.
Hope your little man gets better soon!