This was the sign (of the road sign variety rather than the miracle variety) that I saw when I was driving home a few nights ago. Delirium had obviously kicked in as I found myself laughing out loud on my own in the car (it’s the small things!). The authorities clearly don’t mean this to be aimed at parents of little humans, do they?!? If they do, perhaps they could throw in some additional free childcare for us tired parents to have a much-needed, mid-morning kip…
For a number of reasons, it’s been a hectic few weeks. We have had illness in our immediate family, our now almost-12-month old, has been sleeping terribly for the past few weeks (or is it months?! We’re not sure, it’s all blending into one big lump of sleeplessness!).
The weekend before last, we were out for my sister-in-law’s birthday. It was only dinner at a local restaurant but, with a babysitter in place, we jumped at the opportunity to get out. We were exhausted but we were desperate for some adult company. My dad (“Good Ol’ Dad” if you’ve read any of my previous posts) was kindly babysitting for us so it was just like old times; our curfew was 10.30pm, but we didn’t care. We settled the kids down, reminded ourselves of what it’s like to dress up (lovely by the way, to dress up), and off we went. We ate delicious Italian food uninterrupted by children and hot and drank prosecco to our hearts’ content and had sensible (okay, semi-sensible) conversation with fellow adults. It was an enjoyable few hours of respite and reminder that we used to be a social couple before we were SO tired that we had gone into hibernation!
Pre-kids, tiredness equaled a late night out, or in, eating and drinking with friends, jetlag from a long-haul holiday, a busy week at work or a mixture of the above. Invariably complaints related to these were often met with “you wait ’til you have kids” comments from those friends who were already parents. Of course, at the time my instant thought was how patronizing that was (come on, admit it, that’s what we all think!). Well, now I know. Fully indoctrinated into the ‘knowing’ parents club of ‘OMFG I’m so tired it (really) hurts’ and hurting!
A week ago the Husband returned from a business trip on a Friday night. He’d only been away since early Thursday morning but I couldn’t have been happier when he walked up those stairs just at that moment when I had my head rested against our Baby’s cot (he, the Baby, was screaming) and I was about to burst into tears! “I’ll take over, go to bed”, he whispered and I took myself off to bed weeping with joy that I was going to bed and with the guilt of feeling like I’d failed in the mother department (more on parenthood = guilt to come, you know what I’m talking about!).
When the Husband and I have been woken up 6/7 times a night for the past 4 weeks and our only thought when we wake up in the morning is ‘how am I going to get through today?’ But somehow you do get through the day, the week and beyond and before you know it a year has gone and the Baby is 1-year old tomorrow! On the bright side, at least I haven’t missed too much by sleeping through it!
Oh well, soon enough we’ll be out of the no sleep phase and into the phase of running around for endless clubs and needing to be in two places at once! Any comments on how you achieve that gratefully received.
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