How tired are you? No, really, I want to know. Moms, dads, grandmas, grandads, fellow humans with children to care for (or not!), lay it on me. Please, please, tell me that I'm not alone in this.
Because if it's just me, I can only assume that I'm losing my mind.
I have been crazy tired as of late. As in, the kind of tired that makes you look and feel like a crazy person. I just packed up some leftovers, and put them away...in the cupboard with the dishes instead of in the refrigerator. And while cleaning up Westley's snack, I picked up the untouched half-slice of toast with peanut butter and ate it, momentarily forgetting that both bread and peanut putter upset my stomach.
But the most maddening moment of tiredness came a couple days ago, when I was attempting to put Westley down for his nap. I cuddled him and sang to him, as I usually do. I'm not sure how much time had passed before I felt myself being shaken awake by my two-year-old, because I had stopped singing!
I wish I could think of a cure for my tiredness that didn't involve hibernation and sleeping for a week. Because I don't have time to be tired! I have showers to take, workouts to do, and TV shows on DVD to watch. Not to mention meals to cook, and lullabies to sing.
Fortunately, in the back of my mind, I know I'm not the only mother who's completely wiped out. (Right?) Unfortunately, I'm dozing off writing this, and the day's barely started.
