Somewhere between hypercompetence & homeownership
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Whatever the hell that means.

Monday, March 11
I'm Tired I am really tired. I don't think I have ever been this tired in my life. Even grad school was a cakewalk compared to this. I am pretty good at being sleep deprived but I am reaching the end of that limit. I have not had a decent nights sleep in about 4 months. This is not tired like I did too much this weekend, its a more pervasive tired. The sort of tired that will need a long time to recover from. Sadly, I don't imagine that that will ever occur. Even when the babies sleep through the night, there will still be endless early mornings, middle of the night crises to be resolved and non-stop weekends. Being at work is probably the calmest, most peaceful part of my day. Pathetic.

Lara, of course, is probably even worse off than me. She had 8 weeks off but its not like she was sitting on the beach, sipping lemonade. She's almost as sleep deprived and enduring far more physical effects of this whole process.


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Monday, March 4
Crap. Back at work.

I have been at home the past two weeks playing Mr. Mom. It was somewhat easier than I expected, the girls were fairly cooperative. But I wouldn't want to do it full-time. I have great respect for stay-at-home moms, it's harder than it looks and staying sane and functional is a daily goal. If you don't get yourself cleaned up first thing in the morning, you won't get it done all day. Not a good precedent.

So, now I am back and hopefully I can return to blogging with some sense of perspective and my usual bitterness and cynicism.


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