This was me, yesterday. I don't have one of those fancy ear thingies for the phone but the rest is still pretty accurate. My friends who don't have the luxury of an office to escape to in order to recuperate exclaim with sympathy/pity how is possible ?! I let my husband think the same (woe is me: no sleep and still going to work). Reality is sitting in an office on a regular day after a night party of kids is waaaaay easier than a full day of same kids. At the office I can have some blocks of time to myself. I don't have to think of a million things at once, and, usually, I don't have whiny people pulling on my clothes or puking on me.
Did I mention that I've woken more than once this week not in my own bed? In Boo's bed, sandwiched against the guard rail, or on the sofa bed. It's not good.
Apparently, I'm not alone. (See how many comments there are!) I feel the waves of sympathy and also, from deep inside is a welling, existential "WHY?"
Good luck, fellow sufferers. As for me, it's no more Ms. Nice-Maman. I'll tell you how it goes.
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