Put your hand up if you’re tired! I would, but in all seriousness, I’m too exhausted to raise a finger.
Of course, regardless of my current lack of energy, I do not get to rest. Being a mama means rest is reserved for night time and usually consists of passing out, midway through one of the many shows I am trying to watch at any given moment.
Life is so much harder than I ever could have imagined as a kid. I watch Willow, my little girl - so desperate to stay up past her bedtime, and recall, that I too was once eager to stay up late. Now I watch with envy, as she begrudgingly hops into bed at 8pm – why can’t that be my bedtime too?!
Even now, as I write this blog post, my son is kicking up a fuss – outraged at the notion of his afternoon nap! How selfish he is, to have this opportunity to laze about, yet he wastes it, by endlessly shouting bloody murder!
The source of this week’s particular strain of fatigue, is a combination of things....
It all started on Friday, with a wedding. I made my way to Geelong, for a kid-free 24-hour escapade and have been trying to catch up on sleep ever since.
The wedding was amazing, but too much alcohol + too much dancing = not enough sleep!
I managed a grand total of 4 hours on Friday night – not nearly sufficient.
Saturday night saw me sleeping at my sister’s house. Despite her welcoming ways, the simple truth dawned on me at around 4am, when I realised, like Dorothy before me, that there’s no place like home. My son agreed and proceeded to yell the house down.
My pre-dawn wake up call meant I was well and truly ready for the 6km walk, I had stupidly agreed to attend, weeks earlier, when I was feeling optimistic about my overall sense of self.
At 8:30am on Sunday, I could be found pounding the pavement, all in the name of charity. Swept up in the camaraderie of it all, I was thoroughly thrilled to be amongst the 10,000 people, who took part in Run Geelong…. until my adrenaline petered out, to reveal the truly broken woman that I had become.
Of course, the weather was just another element, in this very draining turn of events – hot as hell - a perfect storm for exhaustion!
It has taken me 2 whole days to clean my house to a point of respectability and at 5:30 on a Tuesday afternoon, I am soooooo ready for bed.
If it sounds like I’m whinging, you’d be right. I want to care, but I cannot be bothered.
Once upon a time, there was a young woman, who used to go out drinking. She would stay out until the wee hours of the morning and then head off to work, tired, but pumped to do it all again, come knock off time.
That young filly, turned into a fairly respectable mare, but despite the lack of grey, she ain’t what she used to be.
Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have to go test the functionality of my bed....