I don’t think there are different degrees of exhaustion. You either are or you aren’t, right?
I mean, there are certainly different degrees of tired, but once you reach the point of exhaustion, that’s it. You’re just spent.
I remember fearing the exhaustion that comes with becoming a parent when I first became pregnant with Little Man. I’m sure that same fear had a hand in the angst I felt over the changes baby number two would bring. It occurred to me yesterday, though, as I was sitting there feeling pretty drained, that I’m not sure I could really tell the difference between how tired I was at that point vs. after a long work week pre-parenthood.
Right now, Little Man is taking his nap and, as I sit here reflecting on this week, I realize I am totally exhausted. This thought no longer scares me with regard to the arrival of baby number two, though, because really, I’m not going to know the difference when that time arrives. Yes, it will be hard work and I won’t have much, if any, left-over energy at the end of the day, but I won’t know the difference. That, and I can only get better at running on fumes, right?
TGIF everyone! 😉