Yawn
Zoe’s had some restless nights lately, which means that Q and I have had some bleary-eyed days. I don’t deal well with sleep deprivation (how did I ever have a newborn??), and I’ve said to Q more times this week than I’d like to admit, “I’m tired! I can’t do this anymore.” By this, I guess I mean parenting – because the mom thing can, at times, feel pretty overwhelming. But then, right after I complain to Q (and am about to further sink into a pit of dispair and exhaustion), Zoe does something so sweet/funny/endearing that I feel energized again. And I’m reminded: that’s why we do this.
-M