Well, it all started with the fact that I went out last night. That is always a risky choice. Those of you with children will understand. I was out until 12:15am, asleep by 1am, and up at 6am with the baby. Let's be crystal clear. I am NOT one of those people who can thrive on only 5 hours of sleep. I can barely function on 5 hours of sleep. Don't ask how I managed to get 3 kids past their first few months. I have no idea.
The day started out okay. I had ingested enough caffeine to make me feel even somewhat energetic, and I ventured to face the world, dark circles and all. I should have known when my bank card didn't work at the grocery store that I should just go home, call a sitter and go back to bed. (If only that was a possibility!) The baby could not be more grumpy and needy than he is today, I am so tired I can't remember the older kids names, and there are at least 3 more hours before I can sleep. Mmmmmm... oh, sorry, nodded off there for a moment.
But even in this somewhat challenging day, there were shining moments. The baby and I watched, and participated in, the older boys Physical Theatre camp finale this morning. They danced, they sang, they jumped, they juggled. They became clowns, pigs, cats and birds. The baby watched intently as his older brothers and their classmates entertained us all. I watched. I video recorded. I even teared up a little.
And now my baby, who has not spent more than 2 minutes happy all afternoon, is sitting in his rocking chair making the sweetest little sounds. I will make it 3 more hours, and start it all over again tomorrow. Hopefully with more than 5 hours of sleep.
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2 comments:
Ahh, the punishment for going out for a night without the kids, hey?? I wishing you a great night's sleep tonite!
I like this post because you describe the challenges of parenthood, but end it with the 'it's all worth it!' part.
:-)
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