|Wake up Mommy!|
The most problematic side-effect of this long-term sleep deprivation isn’t even tiredness; in my personal experience it is a chronic condition I refer to as Parental Paralysis.
Adults afflicted with Parental Paralysis are rendered incapable of completing items on their to-do list, planning fun enrichment activities for the family, deciding on an appropriate restaurant or take-out menu for dinner (because cooking regularly is laughable), and generally maintaining an organized, non-disgusting household. In fact, cleaning the house at all is completely out of my repertoire. I used to clean every single Friday- ha! Now we hire a cleaning lady to come twice a month, which means that every other Wednesday we tear around the house scooping up piles of nebulous jumble and tidying up for Kathy’s impending appointment the next morning. I remember our brief stint with a cleaning service when I was a kid; my brother and I would make fun of our mom’s plaintive requests to clean up our rooms each week. “The ladies are coming!” she would trill with desperation. “Why are we cleaning up for the cleaning ladies?” we would snicker rudely. Now I get it.
|Here we are, bright-eyed, back in the day when we used to sleep|
When both our girls are finally asleep for the night (or a few hours, more likely), I know it would make me feel better in the morning if I straightened up the family room, wiped down the kitchen counters, and put away some laundry. Instead I find myself slumped uselessly on the couch, engaging in confrontational fantasies and mentally drafting strongly worded letters to various hypothetical tyrants. While eating ice cream with a glazed expression on my face.
We were paralyzed. So much to do, so little energy. And so we stagnate, wholly incapable of bettering ourselves as a family.