Sleep is not my friend right now. I’m exhausted, but I just can’t seem to drift off. I go through periods like this, sometimes accompanied by nightmares–although not this time around, at least not yet. I’m up until 2 or 3, sometimes even later, then try to drag myself up when my alarm goes off at 6:45 in the morning. It’s tough, although once I actually fall asleep I’m usually out. Not last night, though. I was up off and on all night long.
Yesterday morning I woke up in a panic because I looked at my clock and freaked out because I had managed to snooze for an entire hour and was late for work. I jumped up and rushed about pulling clothes on and trying to get ready. Then it dawned on me that Firefly should have been home by then. After a brief moment of panic about that, I looked at the clock again and realized that it wasn’t even 7 yet. I must have actually woken with my alarm the first time.
This morning it took everything I have to drag myself up.
Maybe my body is trying to prepare me for the sheer exhaustion of having a newborn to care for. Which I’m sure is worse, but still.
Maybe I’ll be able to sleep tonight. But I’m not holding my breath.
Ugh, that sounds awful. I hate waking up in a panic. Here’s hoping you are sleeping right now!
It is no fun. I’ve actually been baking, but I’m really looking forward to sleeping in!