The thing about having children is that you do not actually understand what the word "tired" really means until you have them. Three consecutive nights without sleep? Nothing. Just run the London marathon in a gorilla suit? Nothing.
The mild fatigue that you without children feel is as nothing to the sheer exhaustion you feel after looking after two infants for five little hours. There is something about the attention that they crave that can utterly drain you. And here, I do not mean "drain" in the metaphorical sense, but more in the sense that Dracula Lord of the Undead "drains" the life force from you as he sups gushing red arterial blood from your lily white sleeping neck.
However, there is a yang to the yin. And it is this: there is no better sleep than the power nap snatched when the kids drop off for a snooze simultaneously. It is like a shot of heroin into a junky's arm, or a transfusion of the blood of some frisky, nubile twentysomething into the body of an ailing octonagerian.
Oh power nap I love thee.
Nightcap
15 years ago
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