Today while driving to pick up my son Jasper from school, my husband Josh turned to me and said "You don't understand just how tired I am." My response in my head was something like this:
-"Really, you want to compare notes? Because I
don't remember the last time you got up during the
night to breastfeed a baby!
-"When is the last time you got up in the middle of
the night to wash sheets?"
-"Remember on our anniversary, when we went to that really nice cabin, and I got up while the rest of
you sawed logs, just to make you all home made doughnuts? ...I was on vaction too!"
-"How many times have you jumped out of your
skin during a really good dream to the sound of a toddler hitting the floor?" (note to self: buy guard rail)
-"Try having to change your shirt while half asleep because you are soaking in breast milk"
-"Have you ever stayed up until 2 in the morning to finish cleaning, or sewing, or doing just about anything
because that is the only time that there is uninterrupted quite"
-"How many days in a row can you go without a shower because you are so sleep deprived that an extra 15
minutes of sleep sounds better than people thinking you look or smell good?"
-"I spent almost 9 months being so uncomfortable in my own body that a full nights sleep was nothing but a
-"Then I had the little monster and can't even remember how long a full nights sleep is."
-"Then because I can't think straight anymore, I decided to do the whole baby thing 2 more times."
I then looked over at my husband who get's up at 2:30 AM every morning to go to work to provide for all of us, and I noticed the dark circles under his eyes. I smiled at him and said through my teeth "It must be really hard for you, you should go to bed early tonight." I love him, if he thinks that he is sleep deprived then I should let him have that, because later when I'm complaining to the man that works on his feet on hard concrete for 9 hours a day that my feet hurt, I'm going to expect a foot rub.