Hmm… are you sure about that?
I mean, look, I’ve been a Mombie. I know. I know how it feels. I know what it looks like.
And, well… it’s not fun.
Or, at least, I didn’t enjoy it.
It was that constant fuzzy-brain feeling. Constant refrain in my brain of SLEEP! SLEEP!
When everything seemed to be a bigger deal than it really was. You know – like when knocking over a box of Cheerios is a worthwhile cause for the outbreak of WWIII, or a diaper blowout leaves you in a snotty mess of tears. Mountain, meet molehill.
And my kids were always so kvetchy, so clingy, so desperately frustratingly maddeningly misbehaving that I felt like the only thing I *could* do was blow my top. Or melt down and cry.
Sure I laughed.
But mostly just when I had a who-got-less-sleep-last-night competition with one of my newly postpartum friends.
Or when, on a rare occasion, I managed to get out of the house. But the second my phone rang I was always tense – certain it was the babysitter (or my husband) telling me that the baby (or babies!) was crying.
Or that kind of maniac laughter that comes from being so desperately overtired that you can’t even cry anymore. (Who’da thunk that was possible??)
So, are you sure you want to be a Mombie?
Or did you change your mind?
Let’s try this again.
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Ready? Take Two.