Survival: the act or process of surviving, esp. under adverse or unusual circumstances.
I was talking with a friend yesterday and she affirmed what I was already thinking: I am in survival mode.
Right now the goal for each day is just to survive. Health, happiness, rest, routine...it will all return someday, but today if we are alive at the end of the day my goal is accomplished. That is life with a newborn. That is life when you don't sleep through the night. That is life with two children 11 months apart. That is life when half the family is sick.
So it seems we're doing whatever is necessary just to survive.
Poor Samuel is just getting over a cold and his little body is worn out and tired.
I've hit the 6-week wall (is there such a thing?). Six weeks of little sleep and lots of activity has caught up with me - along with Samuel's germs - and I am battling a cold.
The question I've been pondering for the past 24 hours is: who takes care of 'mom' when mom is sick and dad is at work?
I haven't showered today. I haven't even brushed my teeth. I ate breakfast at 10 and lunch at 2:15. I slept for 15 minutes on the couch this morning and woke up drooling (how tired do you have to be to fall into a deep enough sleep to drool in 15 minutes?).
I'm not writing this to get sympathy. I'm just communicating the current status of the May household.
Someday soon we will be thriving again. But today, we're just surviving.