Friday, March 25, 2011
These past few weeks, it's become harder and harder for me to write. I'm unmotivated, uninspired, and, frankly, exhausted. A full year of bed-sharing and breastfeeding has left me feeling perpetually sleep-deprived. Chasing a toddler around the house only makes it worse. I get very little done during the day, beyond basic meal prep. I'm clouded and foggy and tired. My brain simply refuses to function.
And so I choose, day after day, to dash off some bloggy nonsense before collapsing with a cup of tea and a book during Trey's naptime. Sometimes I just hold him and stare blankly into space, allowing my mind to wander for a blessed hour, as I drift in and out of sleep myself. And yet, I never feel well rested after these little breaks. Sometimes I come away from them with even less energy than I had to start.
Things haven't been helped by the fact that my grandparents are moving, and need our help to clean and pack and prepare. We spend our weekends at their house, leaving us with no time to relax as a family, or get anything done around our own home. We're happy to help, of course, but the extra work is really taking its toll.
I keep reminding myself that this too shall pass. Moving and toddlerhood are both temporary states. Someday soon, Donnie and I will once again have the opportunity to relax and recharge. And maybe even clean the bathrooms.
Well, maybe not that last part.