“Help thy brother's boat across, and Lo! Thine own has reached the shore” -Hindu proverb
Many days, taking care of Maeve, I feel like the sole lifeboat on the Titanic. Every day, another iceberg, and me the only one who can save the day. At best, it's tiring; at worst, we go down together.
This week we're wrecking on jetlag and teething,but to tell you the truth, it feels like there's about an iceberg a day around here. "Normal" was so long ago that when people ask me easy questions like "When does she normally nap?" I get so stumped I have to think about it for like five minutes before I answer. And my answer usually begins with, "Well, she used to..." because life totally changes after each new wreck.
I know, for a mom that just got back from a great trip, I don't sound too upbeat, right? Lack of sleep will do that to you. I'm just hoping that our boats reach the shore soon, together, and still seaworthy.