“I am somewhat exhausted; I wonder how a battery feels when it pours electricity into a non-conductor?”
― Arthur Conan Doyle, The Adventure of the Dying Detective
― Arthur Conan Doyle, The Adventure of the Dying Detective
I actually don't remember what it feels like to have enough energy to do everything I need to do, all day, and then only collapse onto the couch at night because I feel like it, not because I literally can't do anything else. I only remember a little bit what it felt like to sleep on a weekend until my body had naturally had enough sleep, because that hasn't happened since I was pregnant.
I know they will return to me, these feelings of energy and being rested. I know this will not last forever, and I will miss these beautiful days of young childhood. But you know what I won't miss? "Sleeping in" till 5:15 and feeling like that's a big deal and I should have lots more energy now. Because that's kind of pathetic.
But I love mornings, too, Mommy!!! |
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