Working title: I am really too tired to be assembling a string of coherent thoughts right now but whatever I am going to put this on the internet forever anyway.
Marcus was on a business trip this week and he comes home today and I am (surprise!) tired. This is week two of a three week long thing (for lack of a better scientific term) in which I am the primary parent, which is fine but HEY THE END IS IN SIGHT.
I will also take a brief moment to complain that I have had the tiniest, most obnoxious cold that has made me extra draggy and most offensive is that it is a summer cold. It can be gone now please.
My sister-in-law and my Dad have saved my life by being bedtime helpers and taking Critter to T-Ball and bringing dinner (though I also actioned a survival egg bake for the week so I wouldn’t have to cook).
Also life saving, my whole mom tribe, keeping our lives full of playdates and adventures to get us out of the house. Oddly, the most touching act of the whole week was when we were at an early evening pool party (yes feel free to ask the question how do you even go to a pool party alone with a toddler and an eight month old and a chlorine allergy) and one of the dads in attendance offered to take Critter swimming if he wanted to get in.
We have experienced every combination of sleep this week: Glitter wakes up at 5:20 AM, Critter wakes up first – Glitter wakes up second, and today’s latest iteration, it is 6:30 AM and the children are still asleep. We have also had Glitter sleeps through the whole night, Glitter wakes up once and Glitter wakes up twice (last night! so fun!). It is impossible to overstate how much I am looking forward to the day where Glitter sleeps through the night all of the time and has a consistent morning wake-up time.
There is no moral to this story, mostly just that however your week is going, I’m in the trenches with you.