I don’t know how single parents do it. I understand they have to do it but I don’t know how some still have the energy to socialize or communicate in another form other than grunting.
Tim has only been gone for AT for a week and I’m a complete zombie. It doesn’t help that I’m taking a prescription that lists “fatigue” as a side-effect. This “fatigue” coupled with waking up an hour earlier than I normally would are the necessary ingredients for a zombie mom.
Even she looks more rested than I do.
I feel bad but I’m elated when I put Sophia to bed because after she’s in bed and I’m done all my prep work for the following day I can go to sleep. This thought was the only thing that kept me going during the day on Tuesday and Wednesday.
I have another week of 6 a.m. wake ups and survival mode to get through. I have no doubt I can do it (what choice do I have, really) but I think I’ll sleep for seventy-two straight hours once Tim gets home.
Now if you’ll excuse me I’m off to find all sources of caffeine in my refrigerator and pantry and ingest the same.