That image of George Jetson running on the ridiculously accelerating treadmill has been a metaphor for my life in the past (you know, like when I lived in space) but never so much as lately.
I have no idea how parents with more than one kid do it.
We have a very good baby, with a good temperment and generally all-around sunny disposition (thank you, C.). He's sleeping - mostly, save for a few teeth waging war with his gums.
But we are exhausted. Absolutely, totally exhausted. Like can't get out of bed in the morning, and drag ourselves into it again at night. Everything in between? Great big blur.
Will one of you parents out there please assure me that there will be a day, even if it's in the distant future, that we won't feel like we're in this fog? That there will be a time when we return to some semblance of normal that isn't restricted to get up, go to work, feed/eat dinner, go to bed, with the occasional load of laundry thrown in for the occasional giggle?
I know, I know, I'm supposed to find those special moments in life in the process, as part of the journey, blah blah blah. But people, I sleep on planes. Almost always. I'm not so good on the journey part of things.
And for treadmills, I'm more of an outdoor runner, where I can easily vary my speed and surroundings.
OK, the metaphors are now out of control, and this is starting to sound like the whiny ramblings of a crazy person. Or at least a really, really tired one.
Parents, feel free to chime in with advice, quityerbitching remarks, or just general tomfoolery to remind me that there is plenty of humor in simply watching the dog await manna-like Cheerios falling from above. I promise I will appreciate it all, just as soon as I come to.
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We need to start calling each other in the wee hours, Jen. . .we're about one step away from slipping a little Jameson's into Matthew's bottle at night. . what the hell, our parents probably did it. .
It gets better, really it does. I promise. In the meantime, though, I must admit that I like the Jameson's idea. I never tried it on the babies, but it worked (and continues to work) wonders for me...
Jameson's, eh? Now this is the kind of parent information sharing that those frickin' books need to start including...
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