Tonight I have sleep anxiety.
(here's where I start a-bitchin')
I have not slept a solid night of sleep in probably 3 weeks. By solid I mean I've not got to sleep without waking up at least once during the night to take care of one of the kids. While I have not had to stay up with them for long periods of time it's still an interruption of my sleep cycle. Even if it only takes 5 minutes to tend to something it's still going to take a good half hour to an hour for me to get back to sleep. Add that to early morning wake up calls and un-synchronized nap times and I've been one busy woman.
Henry's been waking nightly for a couple of weeks crying out for Momma. I think he's having night terrors because when I go in his room to comfort him he has zombie face and is basically unresponsive.
Lucy....well, Lucy is 4 months old. It's expected that she wakes in the middle of the night.
Alan relieves me when he can but he's also worn out from his job. They've got a few big things they're working on and he's been working 12 hour days 2-3 nights a week.
Most days it's just a fleeting moment that I feel that way but this evening I am really feeling it pull down on me like the weighted force of gravity. Not good. I hate feeling tired just as much as I hate feeling sick. Actually, those two feelings are very similar in nature, huh?
I guess I'm going to make a cup of tea and try to relax so I can get some sleep. And by cup of tea I mean glass of Sauvignon Blanc.