Guys, it's mid September and this early morning school thing is really starting to wear me out. Up until this August Henry never had to be anywhere until maybe 9:30am, but I was usually up and off to work before seven. So when my new work schedule started and it lined up with the start of school I really expected it to be easy for me but hard on Henry. I would get up at the same time I always get up, but would have time to help him get ready and off to school before heading to work. Poor Henry, but this will be EASY for me!
Yeah. Not exactly. Turns out Henry has completely embraced his new schedule. While he is tired earlier and sometimes falls asleep before 8pm, he really seems to have no issues waking up in the morning. There are a couple requests for "two more minutes" but it's truly not bad. There are no tears and no complaining, he eats, gets dressed, brushes his teeth, and we walk to school. It's GREAT!
Except I am completely dragging by the end of the week. I am not sure if it's because of me losing my Wednesday off work, my work just being tiring in a different way, or possibly connected to my hysterectomy (I am reaching here) but I am SERIOUSLY EXHAUSTED by the end of each day. Like we used to stay up until maybe 10:30 or 11 on work nights. Even that felt early to us since we are (WERE) night owls. But last night at 9pm Nick and I could not stop telling each other how tired we were and that our legs hurt. "My legs!" "MY LEGS TOO!" What is wrong with us?? Wednesday night we were watching X-files (don't you judge us) and Nick was like "Man, it must be like 11, right?" I looked at the clock, 9:12. NINE FREAKING TWELVE. I had to fight to stay awake through the episode. FIGHT I tell you.
Everything about this feels wrong. I am tired. Nick is tired. Henry is perfectly fine. Is this what getting old feels like??