Does Sleep Deprivation Make You Eat, Too?
Posted By jayna on October 26, 2010
It’s 10:40 pm and I’m sitting here, ignoring three whining and starving cats at my feet, eating marshmallow fluff. Straight out of the jar.
Somehow, I’ve managed to not get the keyboard sticky.
Yet.
I’m proving to myself that I can stress eat like a champ, each spoonful a little band aide for the numerous moments tonight when I nearly lost. my. shit.
Nearly two weeks ago, we all got sick. One by one, the husband first and then the girls, everyone got better. Except me. For two weeks I have been dragging, waking up only to count down the minutes until I can go back to sleep. My performance in the kitchen, the laundry and everywhere else around the house has been seriously compromised. Smoothies are becoming a daily staple just so I can save that tiny bit of energy from fighting with the girls to actually eat. Instead, they drink all their nutrition and think it’s just the coolest thing that goldfish crackers have moved up to being an actual entree.
On Sunday night, I kissed the husband goodbye for yet another business trip and geared up for the week alone. On Monday morning, I found myself deliriously cleaning every inch of the house in anticipation of a welcomed, yet fully impromptu visit from my dad.
The girls met him at the door screaming “PAPA!!!!”
I wearily finished mopping the floor and let him know there wasn’t any “man food” in the house.
It’s been a good visit. Lots of time for the girls to play and hang out. Good conversations. Good times.
Except for one tiny little thing.
Both girls have decided not to sleep. Like, at all. Hours of battling bedtime with both of them for two nights in a row. Up before the sun was even halfway around. Wandering about in the middle of the night.
By 9 pm tonight, I was cooked. Completely out of tricks and punishments and will, all while knowing my dad was bored to tears, sitting in the living room and watching the one TV channel we get and listening to the absolute chaos coming from upstairs. Listening to me completely fail at bedtime.
I’m not exactly big on floundering about in front of my parents like that, so this one hurt.
Hence, the fluff.
Tomorrow is another day, and another chance to try my hand at proving I’m not doing all that bad at this mothering thing.
I only hope my kids cooperate.
And that, as always, I can get some damn sleep.
I hope today is better and that tomorrow is even better yet.
Beautiful picture!!
Ask Papa to be in charge of bed time tonight so HIS little girl can get some ZZZZ’s! Sounds like a plan to me!