Having kids is the best thing that I’ve ever done, but it’s also the most intense. Most days I do a reasonable job of functioning as a responsible adult in the world. Then there’s moments (or days) when my lack of sleep catches up with me, and I do things that make a little bit less sense.
At the risk of oversharing, these are some of the things that happened in the past week.
I didn’t shower today because I’m pretty sure I did yesterday
By pretty sure I mean there’s a 50 per cent chance I showered yesterday. I always wake up in the morning intending to do it – it’s just that the day somehow gets away from me. Or I have two small children following me around, and that makes any solo event more challenging.
I put my son’s shoes on the wrong feet twice in one day
I actually didn’t even notice the first time until he tripped over when he started running. I feel like putting the shoes on incorrectly once is an easy mistake. Twice is like it’s getting to be a pattern. Luckily it wasn’t three times. I think that’s the point where you should just cut off the ends and remove the left/right issue.
I only hear about half of most conversations
Unfortunately this isn’t just because the other half of my attention is on my kids. It happens even when they’re not with me. I try so hard to listen carefully, but when I’m tired my attention wanders. Or I unintentionally start making lists of jobs in my head. Last week I was talking to my friend and I threw in a ‘that’s good’ to show I was listening. Turns out I missed the point in the conversation where it changed from a discussion of her new job to one about how she was feeling unwell (to which ‘that sucks’ would have been a better response).
Sometimes in the middle of the night I push my husband and pretend it was an accident
My husband is so great with our kids, but he lacks a pretty vital component to my daughter’s middle of the night needs (ie. breasts). Plus he gets up and goes to work the next day where he has to listen to 100 per cent of conversations. Sometimes though, there are those really crappy nights where you’ve been up for so long so many times and you just want someone else to feel your pain a little bit.
I cry every time Lightning McQueen sacrifices his win to help The King
My son is a big fan of Cars, and so we’ve watched it “a couple” of times. The first time I I didn’t feel too bad about the tears. I figured it was good for my son to know it’s okay to cry when people – or in this case, cars – do inspirational things. Except that even now, years after I first saw it, I still have to distract myself to stop tearing up at that scene. To be honest, even writing about it has me feeling a little weepy. I’m sorry if you haven’t seen Cars and I’ve just spoiled it for you.
I have snot on my sleeve and I’m 90 per cent sure it’s not mine
I try to be organised and have tissues around the house. It doesn’t always work out that way, and so I have to improvise. My tired brain doesn’t necessarily think of the best solutions.
I told three different people something really important was happening on November 25, but I just can’t remember what
I have since realised that it’s the release date of Gilmore Girls on Netflix. That’s the kind of information I’m currently keeping in my head. Which, while arguably important, is probably not as relevant to our day-to-day life as dates like vaccinations and Christmas day. That’s still December 25, right?