Friday, November 14, 2008

Zzzzz

Elizabeth is 5 1/2 weeks old, and the sleep deprivation has officially kicked in. I'm a wreck.

Not only can I not get my kids' names correct on the first try - Campbell even gets called by his sisters' names - I can't get words right. I actually shouted this yesterday, "Ella, Campb, I mean Lily, pick up your shoes, no books, no backpack BACKPACK. Pick up your backpack!" The girls think my inability to talk is hysterical.

Yesterday morning my good friend H picked up Campbell for preschool at 9:00. I did a little bit of work, and at 10:00 I fed Elizabeth and tucked her into her cradle. Then I climbed into bed, intending to rest for an hour. THREE HOURS LATER I snapped awake in a panic. H arrived a few minutes later with Campbell. I was mortified - I was still in my PJs and the breakfast dishes were still on the counter.

It got worse last night.

I collapsed in bed after feeding Elizabeth at 9:00 and basically passed out. B said that when he came to bed I bolted straight up and started asking him where each of the children was. "Where's Elizabeth? Ella? Lily? Campbell?" B said that I didn't settle down until he had assured me that everyone was in their proper bed.

Elizabeth woke up at midnight and three, and then Campbell woke up at 6:00. When I staggered out into the kitchen to get him his morning cup of milk, I noticed that the coffee pot was on. I stood next to the counter trying to figure out what was going on. I knew I hadn't left the coffee pot on, nor had I left the cream out on the counter. I opened the coffee pot and discovered that it was still hot. At that point B came in from the back porch, and I just stared at him. I had gotten out of bed without even noticing that he wasn't in it. B steered me back to our room and into bed. He said he came through, took a shower, got dressed and packed his suitcase without my even moving.

I'm hoping to catch up on sleep tonight. B and the girls are on a road trip, and Campbell is with my m-i-l for the night, so it's just me and the baby. I can sleep when she sleeps without worrying about three other kids. Yay.

Zzzzzzz

4 comments:

FishyGirl said...

Ah, yes, the word choice problems. I'm just now starting to sleep all night, and I still do it. My kids all answer to each other's names, and I point a lot. They have learned to tell me when I tell them to put their backpacks in the fridge or sit on the table, all because I'm thinking of too many different things without enough brain resources to get the words right. It stinks.

Enjoy the sleep, though - that sounds delicious.

Memarie Lane said...

i remember having it pretty bad when jessamine was a baby. luckily odessa sleeps angelically, i haven't missed a wink.

bernthis said...

Every mother out there knows how you feel. The good news, the baby grows up and will one day go to bed on her own and refuse to get up if she's had less than 12 hours of sleep.

katesaid said...

Ohhh, I remember those days. I would be so far beyond tired that I spent a good chunk of each day calculating when I could next sleep.

I hope you're able to recharge a bit with a night off!