So. It’s 9:15. I’m bitterly exhausted. Tomorrow is…another day, another day, another day. Another day feeding them, talking to them, tending them, wiping them. Another day. If I go to bed now I’m likely to get some sleep. I will be more rested for them. But the day will come…sooner. And there I will be.
I have faced that dilemma in the past. Some days the rest was more useful, other days it was the time alone. It just depends on the day. Hang on, school will start soon (at least in Texas)….
Some day you will treasure all those “days”.. I know you probably don’t believe it, but it’s true!! Reading your post brought back those memories of kissing the kids good night and saying in my head, well they made it thru another day , and no ones taking me to jail…
I love reading your blog… Linda( Gramma to Lauren home from China since 1/21/09 at 21 mo’s old)