I’m sorry the posts have been so infrequent of late. My disposition fluctuates between exhausted and comatose – hardly conducive to writing those fun, informative, interesting and humorous entries for which I am so famousblog entries.
I hate to be a whinger because really, isn’t tiredness part and parcel (is that the right expression? you know for a long time I thought the expression was “for all intensive purposes” bwa!….but I digress) of being a parent – but this is bordering on the ridiculous. I do recall reading a comment from a blog (it might have been from Dooce) from a mother getting annoyed with other mothers complaining about sleep deprivation. Her comment went along the lines of “why is a mother’s sleep so damn precious”.
Let me tell you why my sleep or at the very least a couple of hours of UNINTERRUPTED sleep is so “damn precious” to me:
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Because I can’t seem to get any and like a spoilt brat I just want what I can’t have just be all difficult. *pout*
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I can’t function properly.
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I am really really grumpy.
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I don’t think I have enough milk.
I know eventually the boys will sleep through the night and be able to amuse themselves during the day so I can get a kip here and there but boy am I tired waiting.
