There are times when you are tired. Tired as in, “I’m going to sit down and take a load off.” I’m not that kind of tired. My 7lb-2oz.”load” was taken off April 2nd at 1:36am. That’s why I haven’t been around. What? You never even noticed. I’m just going to chalk that up as you, too, are having a”tired” kind of month. Oh, I’m not tired. I am exhausted. Exhausted is when you don’t remember your name. Exhausted is when your phone rings and you hit the timer on the microwave to stop the ringing in your head. Yes, I am exhausted.
For those of you not on Facebook (because that seems to be my only means of communication these days), Julia Barret was born healthy and happy. I’ve been told twice that “she’s such a chunk” due to her cheeks. I’m hoping she doesn’t get a complex. If someone told me I was a chunk I’d have to deck them. Although I’m too exhausted to take a swing.
My husband is exhausted too. Although I don’t understand why because he gets to sleep at night. Sure he gets up at 6:00am to get our 5-year-old ready for school. But I don’t think I’ve slept more than an hour at a time. Ok…maybe two. I’m feeling like Count Dracula, minus all the fangs and funky black and white getup that is. Oh, and I do like garlic. Ok, maybe I should say I feel more like a zombie. After all, I do have a band-aid on my middle finger.
Exhausted is leaving the black-out blinds down so that you think it’s still night. I’ve forced myself to get up by 11:00am every day so that I don’t feel like the day has passed me by, but now the days just are reeeeeeally long. It’s a catch 22 really.
Last night hubby and I got into an argument. Exhausted is when you forget, mid-sentence, what your point is and you continue to stare blankly and say, “WHAT???!!!!???” Although, that’s happened before when I’ve had plenty of sleep. Chalk it up to the “ooooo something shiny” syndrome.
So…in short. I am back. I’ll be back blogging and filling you in on life with a newborn. (Since I survived pregnancy and delivery!) You know, in case you’re a Mom and you’ve forgotten “exhausted”…
She’s SO adorable!!! (You look pretty cute too. Especially for being so exhausted…)
You know, when we adopted Grace (from China) she was 14 months old. I’ve often wondered what she might have looked like as an infant. I’d like to think she too had those precious “chunky cheeks” that are perfect targets for mommy kisses.
As you know, the exhaustion will pass, but the joy of motherhood lasts a lifetime (with the exception of the teenage years. Very little joy there. But I hear it comes back after they move out.)
Thank you! We are adjusting… Perhaps the “chunk” is an Asian thing. lol. Those cheeks are definitely good for Mommy (and Daddy) kisses. And I think the exhaustion is well worth it! Definitely. Hopefully it won’t take 18 years of course!
She doesn’t have chunky cheeks! They are just very kissable! I know because that is how JD’s are. Don’t get me started on sleep deprivation! I know exactly what you mean.
Maybe it’s ALL kids who have the chunky cheeks. Maybe Moms don’t notice them as much because we are so in awe. (It’s only other Moms.) Sleep deprivation. If I were to attend AA I’d say, “Hi…my name is…uh…uh…” But of course, I haven’t had alcohol in…well, forever! So… I’m just sayin’. How old is JD now?
He’ll be a year old in two weeks!
She is precious and beautiful like her mommy. Forget what doesn’t get done or how long you keep the shades down. Do what you can and no apologies. In just days she will be smiling back at the sound of your voice and you and daddy will be captivated by this wonderful gift of a child. In ten years you will have forgotten how exhausted you are now and wish you could have frozen time for just a little while to keep her a baby longer, for as you already know with a five-year-old, time is unstoppable. Thank goodness for memories and all the electronic gadgets for capturing them. Rest – you’ve earned it!
Thanks! It’s so true, isn’t it? Yes, thank goodness for the electronic age. I have so many digitals and Facebook has been my way of sharing photos and memories with others. I’ve wanted to stop time so many times. Of course, other times I’ve wanted to speed it up…like today when my 5-1/2 year old peed all of the floor of Sephora. *rolling eyes*