You're not supposed to cry over spilled milk, but let me make my case to the contrary.
I haven't gotten adequate sleep for six weeks.
My house and personal hygeine have suffered because of my lack of energy, and the distractions aplenty haven't helped. I'm sick of changing diapers. The one thing I did this week to clean the house was mop the kitchen floor Wednesday night so we wouldn't sacrifice our socks to its stickiness, only to have a 5 foot diameter fall-out zone the next time Leah had a meal.
Chris has been sick all week, missing work to sleep afternoons. This morning Leah woke up with a cough and sore throat. It's only a matter of time until the baby and I get it. Does this mean we'll all be sick on President's Day?
Although I do have cabin fever, everytime I try to go somewhere, I end up more exhausted than its worth. (Yeah, spontaneously bursting into tears at the Walmart customer service desk isn't exactly what I had in mind when I decided to get out of the house...)
So given a severe energy deficit and my anxiety about the kitchen floor, is it okay to cry when the floor gets doused with the contents of a bowl of soggy, milky cheerios, and I have to clean it up?
1 year ago