I’ve been shuffling my way through each day, never quite rested enough, dropping a few balls, but basically functioning. Until yesterday. Yesterday morning at six a.m., I hit a wall. Matt took one look at my verge-of-tears face, picked up the baby, and sent me back to bed. A couple of hours of desperately needed sleep later, I realized he was still home and had gotten the kids off to school. I know I already gushed about him in my previous post, but seriously, can we get the guy a medal?
I had enough energy to have a pretty good day after that, but by the time he got home last night, the exhaustion was beginning to get the better of me again. Leftovers for dinner? He suggested that I get a longer stretch of sleep that night, and offered to get up at three a.m. to give the baby a bottle. Well, ok then. Sent me to bed again, while he put all of the kids to bed. I got up at midnight to feed the baby knowing that once back to bed, I could sleep until morning. Heaven. Matt even slept in the baby’s room to be sure I wouldn’t be awakened. And guess what. The baby slept right through until nearly 6 o’clock.
Murphy’s Law? Was I annoyed that Matt didn’t have to get up in the middle of the night for a feeding, as I have each night for over a month? Heck, no. He deserves a medal, remember?