I remember arriving home from work and making dinner, but beyond that? It's gone. All gone.
I usually drag out my bed pillows by 9pm and lie on the floor in the living room with my toddler while he drinks his milk and we unwind. I remember getting that far.
The kids have no school today so they were allowed to stay up late.
|*Pinterest* I may be losing my mind but not my sense of humor.|
When he got home, I was sleeping on the floor in the living room.
I can't remember if that was when I put my sleeping toddler in his bed or if I was alone and had already done that.
I don't know when my other two sons went to sleep, only that their doors were closed when my husband got home.
I don't like this. Not one bit.
I know side-effects tend to fizzle out over time but I can't go on like this.
I'd rather be a blubbering, depressed fool than lose my mind altogether.