Blatherings of the Sleep Deprived
okay. i only have a few moments to escape and post. if no one hears from me in awhile, this should explain.
my life has been taken over by an eight pound dictator. right now her highness is fighting sleep. again. this time in her swing chair. my life revolves around her sleep patterns. i can’t do anything unless she’s sleeping. when she’s not sleeping, i’m her personal slave. feeding her, burping her, rocking her. it’s an all-day, all-night job.
and by all-night, i mean every two to three hours. woken by the grunting-turn-crying spells of a two week old. for those of you getting a full stretch of eight hours, hell, even five hours, i’m completely jealous. my nights are spent catching snippets of sleep after feeding, changing, rocking, and oh-so-carefully placing ella back into her bassinette. this of which i push with either my free foot or hand, whichever exerts the least amount of energy on my part. it makes me tired just thinking about it. oh so tired.
everyone says, “sleep when she sleeps.” i could, but then i would never get to see outside or do errands or go for walks. that’s when i get to do those things, when she sleeps. i could sleep all day like she does, but then i would have a very boring existence. so instead, i ration out my one nap in the afternoon, my delicious nap. which is almsot upon me. mmmm. sleep.
and now she stirs. an angry stirring, as usual. i’m off. time to serve my master.