I percieve myself to be fairly high-functioning exhausted, and I'm just grateful that Lenora reliably lets me have at least three consecutive hours per night with only two wakings. Still, two events recently revealed to me how exhausted I really am:
1:30 a.m. waking, I go into Len's room and pick her up. I usually snuggle her nose to mine while carrying her over to the changing table. This time the dry air caused a bit of a shock, and thus some burned hair smell. What did I immediately think when I smelled smoke from this little static charge? "OMG, LENORA! Have you been smoking?"
3:00 a.m. waking, I have Len on the changing table and have just placed the new diaper under her bum. I reach up in the dark to make sure her penis is tucked down and can't find it! I freak out! How could I loose her penis?! What kind of a mother does that, even in the dark!?! Oh, that's right, this one doesn't have a penis.
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I'm sorry but it will be a while before it gets better. It's a mother's life.
Is there any comfort in knowing we've all been there too? But at least you figured out that Lenora doesn't have a penis and isn't smoking.
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