Wednesday, April 2


I am so tired and by tired I mean really really really really really tired. That tired you felt as a kid after 8 hours in the swimming pool. Or the tired you felt when you went home from college on Christmas break that drove your parents crazy. Or that tired you pretended to be to get out of a horrible date. Really tired.

My daughter woke up three times last night. She went to bed at 8.30 p.m. Woke up at 11 p.m. Woke up at 2 a.m. Woke up at 5 a.m. totally ready to party. I can't remember the last time she woke up that many times in one night. Oh yeah I can...the first month of her life. OMG I don't think I've recovered from that still. I think I'm being punished for not having napped when I was pregnant. I only took five naps, none good ones. I've never been able to get up early in the morning. Well, baby changed that. Now I am up at 7.30 a.m. every morning. Argh. I don't know how she knows. I don't even have to set my alarm for work.

I can see now why the CIA uses sleep deprivation as a form of torture. At least they did on Alias. And I'm pretty sure that show was an accurate depiction. Except, of course, for the stuff that wasn't.

The hardest part about parenting, in my opinion, is when you're so tired you could sleep while changing a diaper (though I wouldn't recommend it) and the baby isn't tired at all. You never get used to not sleeping; you just get used to being exhausted. My friend told me that when I was pregnant. She was right.

So baby is finally asleep now, no thanks to the Reds. I'm happy they've hit two homers nearly back-to-back but those damned fireworks are disrupting everything. I guess she'll get used to it before September. Let's hope so anyway. I hope to hear lots more fireworks this season.

So, I'm going to go to bed now. At 9 p.m. and will probably be up in a couple hours.

She's so worth it.

1 comment:

~Kara~ said...

uhhhh. i. understand. this. post. so. well. :)

Don't you worry, all those peeps without babies now, will get what's coming to them sooner or later.