A couple weeks ago, I mentioned to A. that weekends are far more exhausting than weekdays. To which she replied something like duh, you have LG at home. True that. Yes, even helpful 7-year-olds are exhausting when you're with them 24-7.
So I decided I couldn't handle another weekend of errand-running and cleaning and generally catering to the girl. We went to her gymnastics class, came home, and lounged around watching movies and reading for the remainder of the day. And as soon as she goes to bed, I'll be doing more of the same.
I was massively sleep deprived by the time I gave birth to LG. I had major pregnancy insomnia for the bulk of it, literally didn't sleep for three nights before she was born (those include induction and delivery), and then came home from the hospital exhausted. I'm hoping to avoid the same situation this time.
I've got--possibly? probably?--four more days before Tiny Boy makes his appearance. So instead of freaking out about the undone, I'm going to let the to do list go. The house is generally clean. Students have been dealt with. Baby stuff is organized. For the next four days, I'm going to hole up in bed with a good book and a stack of DVDs and sleep as much as humanly possible.
Yeah....I'll let you know how that goes...
Wishing you lots of deep, restful sleep this week! I was sleep deprived by the time Finn was born too (not quite as bad as you) and it was miserable. I hope this time is better!
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