No, this is not a post about the song by Ke$ha. And considering that I am old, and most definitely not cool or up-to-date on all things pop culture, I am proud of myself for even knowing who Ke$sha is even if she is so 8 months ago.
Most of the time.
I think it is a mom thing. I think it is compounded by the fact that I am pregnant. And that the holidays are upcoming and I’m trying to get everything done early – to at least spread out the stress. And that I get up 3 times a night, almost every night.
My husband and MIL constantly talk about what a good sleeper Mr. Pickle Pumpkin is. And in some ways, he is. For the last few months he had “told” us when he’s sleepy, he has gone to bed regularly by 8pm, and he has slept until 6am. I am thankful for all of those things. But nights like last night – where I was up at midnight, 2:00, 3:30, 5:30 and then finally just got up at 6 – are completely normal. And while my husband is a remarkably involved and helpful parent he has gotten up with Mr. Pickle in the middle of the night a grand total of 3 times. In 18 months. On one hand, it works for us. I function better without sleep than he does and he is amazingly hard to wake up. But on the other hand, I’m really tired. And frankly, I don’t want to hear about how good of a sleeper our little guy is from two people who are well rested.
My story is not new, nor are my complaints. And I most certainly do realize that in the grand scheme of things, my complaints are minor and silly. But today, as I type this at 6:30am, I would really like to go back to bed instead of getting into the shower, and starting my day.
I’m so tired that this terrible clip art is the best I could do…