Oh my gosh, this working full-time thing is totally exhausting! I don’t know how I did it pre-kids. Well, I guess that was exactly it. It was pre-kids. When I came home, I could just veg, not worry about getting kids fed and to bed. And I could sleep soundly through the night, not worry about middle-of-the-night wake ups (nowadays if it’s not the 11 month old, then it’s the 3 year old because something is scary, or he can't find his blanket or his baby panda).
Anyway, I finished a huge project at work last week, and Thursday night, I was wiped out. After putting the kids to bed, I fell asleep at 8pm, despite the 20,000 things on my to-do list. The baby girl only got up once that night, so I got 11 hours of (mostly) uninterrupted sleep. I had the next day off, so I took a nap when the baby girl was napping. Basically, I slept at every opportunity. And it was glorious. I’d been running on empty, and my body just shut down and said, You need to refuel!
The funny thing is despite all the sleeping I did, I felt so productive last weekend. I guess I just had more energy to spend time with the kids AND get some cleaning and organizing done. And I got some sewing in, too!