Tired
After a night of no sleep, I lay down on my bed to have a read of my book. Slowly, but surely, my eyelids began to droop. I bookmarked my page and curled up to sleep. Just as I felt myself drifting off, Bert decided to give a big yell from his cot to remind me he was there.
Bugger. I’m not going to be good company this evening.
December 23rd, 2005 at 2:22 pm
Oh Rae, I feel your pain, I totally do.
There is no pain quite like the agony of being dragged back to consciousness - and duty - when on the verge of a needed nap. It actually physically hurts. I think this is my least favcourite part of the first years of parenting, I dislike it so much that I have stopped even trying to nap in the daytime unless there is another adult around to answer the calls of kidlets.
December 23rd, 2005 at 8:28 pm
Love the new look! Very funky - I’m sure Albert loves it.