Warning: This post ain't pretty.
Lately I feel like my
tiara has been shelved, I've been dethroned as queen of my household. It all started when Koen came down with a tummy bug last week and decided to stop sleeping at night. No self respecting queen would allow a whimpering child to sleep on her chest all night as she sat perched uncomfortably in the glider.
To make matters worse, we all came down with a cold. My sleep deprived body fell victim to sniffles and sneezes. My mind became bewildered and I could feel my reign as Queen slip between my tired fingers.
Let's face it, when I'm exhausted and not feeling well, my home falls apart. The kids bicker more and suddenly get very needy. They ask a ton of questions, fight for my sleepy attention, won't take no for an answer, make more of a mess, wrestle all the time, and generally turn into trouble makers.
The house gets neglected, dishes in the sink and unfolded laundry piles add to the feeling of insanity. I pray that whatever Koen is eating off the floor is old Cheerios. The toys stack up and I stub my toe on the same damn toy truck at least 10 times a day.
I drive Griffin to school looking like hell and feel a little guilty when I barely slow down for him to get out of the car. Thank God I don't have to get out and walk him to his class anymore because people might see the bags under my eyes or make fun of my hair that makes me look like a drunk Jacky-O.
I spend my day watching the clock and counting down the minutes until bedtime. I feel fat but I'm too exhausted to do anything about it. I reward myself with food and a glass or three of wine while I cook dinner. I've been known to weep while I fantasize about sleeping in my bed without any children needing me.
The nights are no better. With Koen waking up every two hours demanding that we snuggle in the rocker, my sleep is fragmented. I go to bed at 9:00 pm like the blue hairs in hopes that I can find some rest. When I do sleep, I dream of planes crashing on my house or little elves shoving forks in my ears.
I know that this will pass and soon we all be well. Sleep will return to my home and my nightmares will be replaced with dreams about Johnny Depp and cotton candy. Until then, I am not the queen of this household.
I'm even considering smashing my stupid tiara.
Do any other moms out there ever feel this way?
Please tell me that I am not the only dethroned mom!
When you're this shiny, you can afford to have attitude.
