Pump Up The Volume – M|A|R|R|S
On the subject of tiredness, I also proved conclusively that, despite feeling much better than even a few weeks ago, I still have limits. By Sunday evening I was back in the familiar, if less often visited, land of Canhardlygetintobed. And yesterday, having spent the day looking after Lyndon (the hokey-cokey at playgroup very nearly finished me off), I was beyond even mild conversation by the time Marisa and the big boys got home. I had to retire to bed again by about 7pm.
I continue to find my experiences of fatigue very difficult to describe. It is always as though suddenly – when the adrenaline that has sustained me wears off – I am simply empty. Physically and mentally void. It’s not even about sleep, it’s about nothing at all. Still, it’s getting easier to handle – I made it through most of yesterday before wiping out, and I was up with Lyndon at 6am again today. Only a couple of months ago this would have been 2-days-in-bed stuff.
Rest is a rare and precious commodity in a young household. Last night all 3 of the children, in turn, woke me up for one reason or another. The most pithy explanation of a problem was from Gyles.
“Ben snoring,” he said, “is doing my head in”.
And you mine, at 4am, my dear little boy.
Passion – Amen! UK