I will never, ever, ever use the phrase, “slept like a baby” in a sentence. Because, I am a mother – and I know this phrase is bogus. Life with a seven month old has given me sleep deprifusion. It’s a word. Check it out here.
Because of sleep deprifusion, I am chronically confused, due to lack of sleep. The proof? Since baby has been born I have:
- Brought a burp cloth to the gym instead of a towel
- Drove home from work, only to remember that I carpooled with my husband, and forgot to pick him up. Reverse!
- Found myself saying, “huh?” more times in a day than, “hello”
- There’s more. I just can’t remember. Go figure.
I’m tired. Very tired. Everyone told me raising a kid would be tough. But, no one told me how to do it on 2.5 hours of sleep. The craziest part? I look into these eyes and think, I would do it again … in a heartbeat. She’s brought so much joy to my life. Even though I constantly feel hungover.