Maternal Drowsiness
No, ths isn't about falling into a perpetual coma during the first trimester, although I've been through all that--at least I think I have. I was asleep during those three months of each pregnancy, so who knows. This is actually about the hypnotic effect snuggling has on moms. Okay, so Monday's have never been easy for me anyway. My kids have no easier time than I do, but Annika, my 9 year old, slinked down the stairs from her bedroom to eat breakfast, all cocooned in a blanket, hair sticking out in eery direction, eyes closed supported only by the bags underneath them. She must have navigated by some internal GPS homing system to keep from tumbling down the stairs, I dunno. Anyway, she made it and collapsed on the sofa for another snooze. "Annika" I say, "This is not what I call getting up. This is just relocating from one bed to another." Reluctantly, she did get up and eat breakfast. She looked so adorable that I couldn't resist scooping up all 48 pounds of her, blanket and all, taking her back to the sofa and lying down beside her. She was so warm and soft. Her hair and skin smelled so sweet (thanks to having bathed the night before, but only after a great flurry of protests) and her snuffling sounds all put me to sleep too. We snoozed and snuggled for about ten minutes, then off to school we went. The minute I got home I was overcome with drowsiness, as if I had just received a huge dose of tryptophan just by lying next to her. I couldn't help it. I trudged up to her cozy bed, reveled in her smell that hung sweetly in the crumpled sheets and dozed happily for another 30 minutes. Hell, I spent for the rest of the day. How can I recover from that and kick myself into my usual tornadic energy level. Being a mom is exhausting when you put your all into it and trance inducing when you just go with the flow. Either way, I love (yawn) my sleeping moments. Goodnight all. (Ooops, it's only 9:30 and the roosters are still crowing. Um, so good mornign ya'll.) Tomorrow: teh Superbowl in Houston!!!! Yay!!!!
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comment That soft earthy smell of sweat and dirt that is unique to children's dirty laundry is an aromatherapy redolent of sunshine. It always makes me pause and smile.
Posted by: Louise | January 26, 2004 09:01 AM