I wake up at 6 every morning and almost burst into tears because I’m Just. So. Tired. I wonder how much longer I can function at this level of tiredness and if it’s ever going to get better. I stumble around with my eyes half open getting K’s breakfast together, changing diapers, setting up a movie on tv, pumping, changing more diapers, all while K follows me around talking about anything and everything. I mumble mostly one-word answers while I try to wake up and wonder how she has so many thoughts this early. Is she even breathing in between words? This morning Belles also peed on 2 blankets and her harness, so that was a fun clean up. And then I make myself a coffee and I slowly start to feel like somewhat of a human again. And I take a deep breath and realize I can do this.
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