Right now- it sucks.
I cannot even remember the last time I got some decent sleep. Either my belly is in the way, or my legs hurt, or I have to pee, or lately I just cannot sleep. I just lie awake, with ice on my baby maker, for hoooooooouuuuuuurs, listening to my damn neighbor's dog whine for Lord knows what. Then the baby gets up, and I am busy for hours, and we start all over. But here's the catch-
Just because I don't sleep at night, doesn't mean I can during the day!
I still need to get up because who knew kids need breakfast? Then the carpool, then the commute, then the hours of Academia, then the commute back, then karate and tutoring, and preschool, and dinner, and laundry, and dishes and all of the amazing perks of motherhood.
What the heck man? Shouldn't the world just stop turning for roughly 8 hours for me? Please? Just this one time? PUHLEAZE?
And be forewarned- do not tell me that it only gets worse from here, because guess what? I FREAKING KNOW. And yet I still allowed myself to think that a THIRD was a genius idea.
No one ever listens to me.
Where's the cookies Tomas ( read: ME) made last night?