11 months old. What happened?
To anyone who has been in my near vicinity for the past two months--I am sorry. I am sorry I have been irritated, crabby, annoyed, negative, tired, an eye roller, and in general a complainer about most things. In the wake of sleeping in hour long stretches week after week after week, I had kind of become moody antisocial version of myself. I tried to put on my best front, but I know at times zombie mom came through.
(Total aside from my hypochondriac self--I was feeling a little sick on Saturday morning and 90% jokingly told Jon I thought I was turning into a zombie for the end of days.)
I have been in sleep recovery (rehab) for a week now, and I have a new outlook on life. People are friendlier, mornings are bright and exciting, and I no longer need two naps a day. When people invite me places, my first instinct is "yes!" Instead of "ughhhhhhhhhhhh. Go away."
So I ventured out into the world last Friday. I reintroduced myself to all my long lost friends who welcomed me back despite my indiscretions. Theo got his splash on, and he loved it. Even when he accidentally submerged himself underwater. I felt freakishly, uncontrollably giddy.
I don't even care that it's raining today. I just vacuumed my apartment, walls and the ceiling and I feel great. Is this what being high on drugs feels like? Sleep is my happy drug.