Ever have one of those days when it feels like gravity is really, really strong?
We’re having one of those weeks so far. It’s pulling me so hard, it’s hard to get out of bed. When I am out of bed, I am weighed down, usually in a chair, by a baby who seems to be feeling the effects of big gravity herself.
Travelling is always hard. It tires you out. And vacations, even the most relaxing, often leave you feeling like you need a vacation to recover from your vacation. I know I am pretty tired. Stinkerbelle was a trooper, but you can tell that even she is feeling a bit tired.
Plus, she’s been a bit clingy. All the changes, in place and people, plus the new teeth beginning to poke their way through, are making That Baby want to snuggle more. Not that I am complaining, but it does make it a bit difficult to get anything done around the house. When I am not snuggling with her in our comfy chair, she’s crawling headlong into my shins and then clawing at my pantleg to be picked up.
And I am tired, so who am I to complain? I drink caffeine all day, just to be alert enough to deal with That Baby and not doze off while I rock her and give her a bottle. But then, when I go to bed, the caffeine makes it hard to fall asleep. So you can’t win for losing.
What I wouldn’t give for Stinkerbelle to take a good 2 -3 hour nap. But that is NOT going to happen.
That’s okay though. In a day or two, she’ll be back on routine and I’ll crash and get a good long night’s sleep, and then everything will be back to normal.
Until then, though, we’ve got to fight the fight against gravity. And probably lose.