Why am I so tired?

This photo pretty much sums up my current relationship with my kid. You think this photo was taken at the end of a long day of going to the park, crafts, snacks, etc...? Ha, ha...I wish. More like it's noon and I am spent. After being woken up at 6 by what was supposedly a kiss-turned-head-butt, I have achieved the following: making oatmeal, feeding kid oatmeal, picking oatmeal out of kid's hair, high chair cushion, off the table, floor, myself...how much oatmeal actually made it into the kid? No clue. I, however, have downed a full bowl, having mastered the art of inhaling food at light speed because 0.437 seconds is about how much time I have to eat before running interference again. Cleaning up after breakfast involves shoving dishes haphazardly into dishwasher while performing one of more of the following: being ignored when asking child to get down from the window ledge and physically removing him from danger at least 5 times, stacking the kitchen chairs in a corner to prevent him from climbing onto the table, peeling child off the built-in shelving which he can now use to climb onto the kitchen counter, applying velcro tape to the fridge door handles to prevent endless opening and closing of refrigerator and/or cleaning up an entire pitcher of ice tea/bottle of soy sauce/ container of yogurt (you choose) dumped on the floor when I inadvertedly left the fridge un-taped and unattended for 20 seconds. Next, let's get dressed. Chasing naked child through apartment while he runs, waving a diaper in the air, yelling "no, no, no", hog-wrestling him into said diaper. Applying t-shirt and jeans to what feels like trying to clothe a wriggling, 25 lb. live salmon while you're pulling it in on the line. A minute to catch my breath, as putting socks on is apparently the eighth wonder of the world and child actually sits still for 60-ish seconds. Now I try to get myself dressed...same jeans as yesterday and oh, a black t-shirt since anymore time spent diverting my attention to myself and I will be hearing the flush of my toothbrush going down the toilet (mental note #10878, investigate toilet seat locks at next trip to London Drugs). Place kid in bathtub (empty) and thank god for deep soaker tubs and the fact that he's not yet tall enough to climb out (I figure I've got about another 5 days before he finds a way to escape). Splash face with water, moisturize, brush teeth for 10 seconds, brush hair and hand over hairbrush to child as he screams for me to give it to him. Suddenly find time standing still and wonder if my heart might actually burst with love while watching my kid try to brush his own hair like Mommy as he looks up and gives me the sweetest smile in the world.

I'll stop there as just writing this is exhausting me. But if anyone out there has the answer to my query, comments are open...where, where, where does a 1 and a half year old get all their energy from? And how do you survive, or at least pace yourself, in the days between now and the first day of school?

 

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[Dupuiskaitlin]

I loved this post so much, I was laughing out loud! Oh KAION! You are the cutest!!