Okay, moms. You are officially the toughest brutes in history of all histories. I mean, let’s start with the whole pregnancy thing. Not easy. Add birth of a child. BAM, you win. But now, let’s say you have a cold wanting to turn into pneumonia and add a super-duper active 10 month old to the situation who only wants you in the middle of the night and insists on nursing, and SUPER DUPER BAM. Untouchable.
If you haven’t figured out by now, I have a cold and would like to die. And by die, I mean sleep all day and not leave my bed until this is over. I swear I’m tough but this cold has turned out to be a nasty bugger and has zapped me of any energy. So, when you add getting up in the middle of the night to put a little one back to sleep, and then having to carry/chase said little one during the day, you end up with just wanting to pass out constantly. Oh yeah, and all of my other very few responsibilities. I think this last week has been one of my busiest, meeting-wise, in quite a while.
All I can say is, thank heavens for the weekend. Sir Zog has absconded with Baby Zog to head over to his dad’s. And I’ve decided I may never leave bed. It was an extra rough night for parents and baby last night. As of 4 am, I decided to take up the bad habit of being as lazy as possible.
Don’t worry about me. I’ve just had a bowl of chocolate brownie ice cream with a dollop of crunchy peanut butter added for good measure. When you have little desire to eat, you have to pack those calories in! (and it felt good to have a bowl of ice cream in bed)
Rock on, moms. You are seriously my heroes. I cannot believe what other challenges await me in the future.