It's a novel post, right? A mother of an infant complaining about being tired.
Despite my desperate pleas that he sleep through the night, Henry did not. In fact, yesterday when I picked him up from daycare, his teacher said, "I sure hope he sleeps for you tonight."
I guess he basically slept all day yesterday. Couldn't even be bothered to wake up and eat, which of course meant he woke up every 2 hours last night, STARVING.
You know, it's not even the tired part that bothers me. It's the fact that I keep forgetting things that really annoys me.
My lunch. The wet bag for Henry's diapers. Parts for the breast pump. Bibs for Henry. Nursing pads. A better keyboard for my computer at the office. How to spell words. The fact that I shouldn't throw away important papers from my desk.
It's in my brain and then gone a second later.
Thankfully I have yet to forget important things like Henry's diapers, bottles or Henry himself. While I doubt I will forget Henry, I know it is just a matter of time until I forget his bottles one day.
I'm contemplating wear a pack of post-its around my neck, so I can jot things down when they come to me and then I won't lose the post-it 3 seconds later.
I'm crossing my fingers he does more than just sleep at daycare today.