I really don’t know where the time has gone. Anna is now ten months old. Christmas was two days ago, which, of course, means it’s almost New Year’s Day.
Last night I was thinking about my “Today I Feel” magnet. How I was looking at it the other day and thinking that I should move it to “exhausted”, but I could remember if I’d actually done that. And I was too tired to get up and look.
I’d say that I could use a vacation, but I don’t think that would make a difference. Anna is at the age where, much as I love her, she takes it out of me. It’s not so much that she wants me to play with her but that she wants to play with me. So if I get out my knitting, she wants to help. If I pick up my book, she wants to read it, too. Or at least eat my bookmark. Which is a Post-it, so eating it is not an option. (She’s taking a nap right now; otherwise, she’d be trying to help me type.) If I just sit, then it’s not a problem. But as soon as I get out one of my own toys, then she loses all interest in her own. I love her, but it’s exhausting.
And that is where the time goes, I suppose. Trying to get things done in the brief moments during which she naps or the few hours between her bedtime and my own. It’s a stage. It will pass. But in the meanwhile, I’m exhausted.
P.S. When I got the yogurt out of the fridge this morning, I checked the magnet. Yes, I had moved it to “exhausted”.