Now, don’t get me wrong, I am the most Christmassy person there is. I look forward to it every year and do my best to make it special.
But, man it’s exhausting.
People without kids can at least get a couple of days to recover; sleep, binge watch Netflix, while us parents March into January bleary eyed and contemplating escaping on the next flight to Fiji.
I would guess that as we get older, we feel the tiredness more, but it also feels like every year gets busier – more people (especially kids) to shop for, more errands, visits, and things to do. I must say that my total exhaustion has kept me from thinking too much about the fact that the girls turn one this week, but not entirely. (They turn one on Wednesday. Wednesday!!!!)
It’s hard to believe that I haven’t slept through the night in over a year. I couldn’t sleep in the hospital, when the girls were in the NICU, I was waking up to pump, and then the girls came home and either don’t like sleep much or just not their mama because the nights they’ve both slept through have been few and far between and now Buds is waking up at 4 in the morning ready to play and all I can think about is a big fluffy bed on a deserted island I can escape to for a week. Actually, make it a month.
I’m entering this year a bit sleepy, but hopeful. Especially hopeful for new beginnings, good doctor appointments, and some blissfully uninterrupted sleep.