Today I feel like the world’s worst parent. I know I’m not, but I feel like it. I signed my son up for an art class and I knew today was the first day, but I didn’t get myself out of bed to take him. I had a reminder on my phone, but since I turned the sound off I never heard it. I have been feeling under the weather for a couple weeks, convinced I am just a step away from getting a full-on illness, but it never quite comes. I have been sleeping an insane amount.
I think the answer is to get into a new rhythm of getting up at the same time every day, but with working in the afternoons this semester and not having to get up to get my son to public schools on time it’s hard. It’s like after decades of sleep deprivation my body has said, “Yes, this is what you were supposed to do a lifetime ago! Sleep, sleep!” When will it be enough? How much recovery time do I need?