I don’t want to complain. Really. But if I don’t say how wiped out I am I will be skipping over this whole early phase of life with Mia. It isn’t just sleep deprivation either, although that’s certainly at play. It’s mental exhaustion and an overall fogginess that hits me toward the end of the day. I am finding myself retreating to bed as early as is reasonable to escape. This comes from the being constantly occupied with the needs of two other humans all day long. And boy are their needs at any given moment different from each other. Perhaps it’s also that so much of what they need is to eat and sleep. Henry requires a fair amount more than that, of course, but the challenges always seem to be around food and nap/bed time. I’m saying all of this and today was actually a good day, much better than they have been lately. Mia slept a lot and went down easy. Henry got a lot of my attention and we only had one time out I can remember. Jason got home at a reasonable time and we ate good food. Still though, I am wiped out and we are just hitting (or in the middle of) the cranky baby phase of the day that has been lasting consistently until 10pm leaving me no time whatsoever alone or with Jason before I crash. So, maybe I am complaining after all, I can’t really tell anymore. I don’t think this is really worth posting and I may not but I suppose it serves as a record of the addled mind of a mom with a baby and a toddler. Again, not sure it’s worth it even at that but that’s what I’ve got at the moment. For the record, I’m not depressed and life looks pretty decent, even right at this moment. If I really wanted to complain I would start in on how Jason is working all weekend (for my lame boss but that’s another story in and of itself) so I don’t see an end to the current stretch of me alone with the small people and that’s a lot of what this is all about.