Monday, January 07, 2008

Tired, Tired & Tired

I realized as I was driving up the last road to my office this morning at 6:45 that I'm tired. Tired to a point where I find myself staring at nothing, breathing shallowly, on the very edge of nodding off. It's a good thing I was paying attention on the road or I might have nodded off behind the wheel and THAT would have been bad. (Ya think?) Even now, sitting at my computer, it's taken me nearly five minutes to write those first sentences. Last night was a rough night. Greta was up every hour on the hour, and then was up (I thought for good) at 3:00 AM. I wrestled with her for over an hour; I nursed her, attempted to give her a bottle, walked with her, rocked her, sang quietly to her...nothing did the trick. Finally I gave up at around 4:15 and simply deposited my still-awake and wanting-to-play daughter in her crib. As I attempted to walk silently back to bed, I said a fervent prayer that she wouldn't scream too much. God must have answered my prayer, because aside from some happy chatter coming from Greta's room, I heard no further signs of unhappiness. Not only that, but she eventually fell asleep herself. I got another 30 minutes of sleep before I had to get up with my alarm at 5:00...I was mostly awake anyway. Charlie, thankfully, slept all the way through - though he put up a good fight last night when we tried to put him to bed. He got up at 6:00 this morning saying he wanted to snuggle on the couch and watch the news. (I'm not kidding.) Daddy said that Charlie needed to stay in bed until the sun came up. Charlie, needless-to-say, was none too thrilled with the idea of being ushered back into his bedroom, but he didn't scream and obeyed me with minimal whining. Last night was also restless for me because I was having trouble breathing. Every time I thought I felt better, I'd get that tightness in my chest again, so there was lots of tossing and turning. Not only that, but I felt this one little spot of something in my chest and I knew that if I could cough it out, I would feel much better. Not to be. I still have that "spot of crud" this morning. Anyway - aside from the restless night and the fact that I'm tired beyond tired this morning (and yes, even that "spot of crud") I'm doing OK today. It is going to be an insanely busy day so I have got to go get a cup of coffee (or seven) and make sure I'm fully awake and aware come 8:00. (...oh if I could only close my eyes for a few minutes...)

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