I have been dragging the last week or so. I didn’t exactly get what Mare had, but I got something and one of the ways it is manifesting its self is complete exhaustion in the evenings. This exhaustion is intense, to the point that, come 6:30 pm, I feel like I’m going to die if I don’t get into bed.
Of course, with John trying to finish up his last semester and three kids to care for, I am so not able to accommodate my body’s wishes. And that means I get short tempered and snappy. Sorry kids. I mean, really, I’m sorry. You don’t deserve to be yelled at for minor infractions.
I get tired of them trying to stay awake, though. Please, dear child, don’t fight it. Your body wants to sleep. If it didn’t, you wouldn’t have to ask for a cup of water, throw yourself around on the bed, kick the wall, shake your head, or for that matter, cry.
I get tired of yelling “If I hear one more noise, I’m turning out the hall light” or “Mare, quit kicking the wall” or “Stop talking!”
I really wish Mare and Bird had their own rooms. Because Bird needs her sleep and Mare keeps her awake. Heck, I really wish I had my own room. Because mom needs her sleep and Chip keeps me awake. Let’s not even talk about John’s increased snoring lately; even with an addition to the house, I figure I’ll still have to put up with that – so why brood.