Friday, September 7, 2012

Like being drunk in the morning, but without the social stigma...

The first week of school is in itself a week of challenges, like trying to get everyone into something of a routine; trying to squeeze in house cleaning, bill-paying and meal preparations between math with this child and reading with that one; trying to keep the little guys happily occupied  while working with the older kids. And we aren't even up to full speed yet, as we haven't even begun the older boys' writing program or Una's French yet.  When I think about everything that is not getting done, I feel a rising panic and a sense of helplessness.

 None of this is aided by the fact that I am decidedly short on sleep.  If I was a conspiracy theorist in the area of children who plot against their parents in an attempt to drive them to the very brink of madness, I could probably present some fairly good, if only circumstantial, evidence of such machinations under my own roof.



It seems that my young children get far more sleep than do I and that they require far less.  Gemma can rise at 6:30, go all day without a nap, and still be keeping me awake at 10:00 pm.  Or she'll just wake up every bleedin' 90 minutes throughout the night.  Or Adrian will wake me on account of a phantom pain or unpleasant dream at 3:30 a.m., and I will find myself unable to get back to sleep--until 10 minutes before the alarm goes off.

I am normally very much a morning person, usually quite wide awake before even my first sip of "half-caff" coffee.  But this morning I was staggering about like a drunk, narrowly missing doorways and having things drop from my hands.  When I closed my eyes, I felt as if I was drifting on a tumultuous sea, everything in motion. It was very much the type of exhaustion that would make driving or using heavy equipment a real danger.  I don't know that I would trust myself with a toaster today, honestly.

Well, I have made it through this day's schooling, and I have not fallen asleep standing at the sink washing dishes.  I avoided that near occasion of sin while making my bed and did not crawl back into it.  I have gotten something of a second wind, and I hope it will carry me along until tonight, and God willing, maybe I will be granted one night of uninterrupted sleep for a good 6 or 7 hours.  Unlikely, but one can hope...


4 comments:

  1. oh you poor thing. ((hug)) i have had days like that as well. where just sitting on the toilet, i close my eyes and drift off. fingers crossed on a restful night for you.

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  2. You must take care of yourself! Una seems to be a very disciplined girl, who will, I am sure, accomplish her high school studies independently... maybe with just a little guidance here and there.

    The younger ones will be okay with their schooling if you need a short nap or even need to scrap your plans for the day! (Even the first week of school!)

    Cold and flu season is on its way! Care for yourself, dear friend!

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  3. I know the feeling of rising panic. I am waiting, rather impatiently until next week to start school due to reasons outside my control. Sleep! Oh, sleep, where have you gone, and when will you return? Just one night of going to bed at 9 or 10 can really help get you back on track.. That's my only suggestion.
    - Olivia, a random stranger who knows how you feel..;)

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  4. I give you so much credit, because I felt like you did, and I got to send my kids to school. My youngest came home from 4K 2 days this week, and slept for 3 hours. My 5-year-old has fallen asleep twice on the bus ride home. Then today, when they could sleep in, they were all up within an hour of school time forced wake up.

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