I am newborn tired.
You know that hazy, frustrated feeling that nights and nights of broken sleep deliver. Between Thomas refusing to sleep in his bed because he feels crabby about being in his own bed and Marie hacking up a lung along with an ear infection, I feel so over-tired which then leads to becoming over-emotional which then leads me feeling depressed about everything from having to cook. another. meal. to the unsurmountable task of trying locate and pay medical bills.
I then end up screaming at the kids for something like bickering and refusing to get dressed. I loose my focus and take twenty minutes to fold a load of laundry. I then become confused why it is the afternoon and feel no sense of accomplishment.
Which is unfortunate because this has been a HUGE week for me! I have a two-part series of raising boys with emotional literacy at The Mother Company. A personal essay and an interview with Dr. Michael Thompson are both up and live so please please check them out and let me know what you think. I have dreamed for writing for The Mother Company Ever since I met these amazing people two years ago at BlogHer! I am just so excited about this!!
When I am not basking in the glow of my dream come true (which usually lasts 2.4 seconds before someone needs a snack or a drink of water or help with going to the bathroom), I am having some serious sleep deprived daydreams in which I fantasize about sleep and quiet. I imagine that I get to sleep in a big bed with a fluffy, white comforter lots of pillows of varying firmness. Alone. As in by. my. self.
I also envision myself taking a nap in a sound booth, like where my kids have had their hearing tested. Why dream of a tropical beach when I can have peace and solitude in a sound-proofed room? I think it goes without saying that I would want to be alone, right?
I am guessing by the nature of these fantasies that I am not only tired, but maybe in need of some me time doing some non-mommy stuff, no?
Does sleep deprivation make you *slightly* temperamental?