So tired. 

I never knew the meaning of tired until I had a baby. Oh my goodness… I… am… so… tired. But it’s not sleepy tired, like I could just go collapse in a heap on the bed and sleep for 12 hours. I actually have a lot of trouble sleeping even when Spencer is sleeping (which is why the advice “sleep when the baby sleeps” drives me up a wall). My tiredness is just exhaustion… I feel like I can barely move sometimes. I need to rest more but I don’t know when I have time to rest. 

Today was an abnormally difficult day because Spen felt he needed to get up at 2 AM, didn’t go back down until 5, and we got up at 6:45 because I had to get ready for work. I worked all day, then went to get groceries, which always wears me out. And we’re both out of clean clothes so had to do two loads of laundry tonight. And put away the three loads I did last week that have been sitting in baskets. 

Don’t get me wrong, I love the life I have. I could just use a little more energy with it. 😜 Especially with Spencer, that child requires so much energy and he’s as big as a baby elephant, so carrying him around is getting exhausting. I feel old. Lol. 

#ENDRANT #MOMMANEEDSTOSLEEP