Funny Fatigue

I have to laugh at the exhaustion we face daily.  I was dozing off in the car all afternoon after having spent most of my night finishing nursing competencies. Though my boy said I was sleeping,  I recall answering every question,  responding to each child's complaints,  listening and communicating about Glenn Beck, and telling every single person in the car,  "I'm actually trying to get some rest!"

After getting settled at home tonight,  my husband walked in on me laying,  half asleep,  in bed. He laughed,  plopped down,  and called us old!!

I let him know I would gladly fall asleep to a TV show,  but I'm not going to stay up all night!  In his goofy fatigue,  he started trelling me about his restless legs, claiming I don't really know what they feel like. While we both laughed,  I said,  "Don't you dare tell me I don't know what they feel like!  I spent 5 pregnancies with them,  accompanied by pinched nerves,  cramped calves,  blood circulation being cut off from big babies,  nausea.... every single day.... and then natural birth!" (Never mind the lifetime mothering part I'm doing now!)

He giggled,  half asleep,  and said,  "You were healed.... Why did you do that?"

He was obviously half way between sleep and life,  so I played along, stating  "I did it for God!!  I brought God's children to the earth!"

I then woke him asking if he was gonna put the boys to bed. I have been stuck putting kids to bed for almost a month with very little help. He's been working hard, and I just wanted some help!  He immediately said,  "Yes,  I'll do that and you can get things ready for Captain No Name!"

"What???" I squealed,  "Who's Captain No Name???  I sure as heck am not making a meal or anything tonight!"

He woke in laughter asking what HE was talking about,  and then we both laughed until I kicked him out of the room to put the boys to bed.

Moments later,  after I realized he wasn't going to be successful at putting the children to bed,  because "I guess you can put yourself to bed" doesn't quite work with 8 and10 year old boys, I took over; then I returned to the bedroom and asked if I should turn the lights out. He responded with, "I thought the showers were done,  I don't know what you were doing with the stickers.... I'm not sure what to do about the sheets!"

Needles to say,  I had to wake him  before he drifted into a deep sleep to make him giggle with me over "showers,  stickers,  and sheets", all of which made no sense to either of us.

I've always feared the words that  escaped my mouth in my extreme exhaustion. Most of mine made sense to a health care mind,  "Go call for help,  start compressions, heat rate dropped to 40, etc." while jumping off the couch or outta bed. My children and hubby would laugh in confusion. Now,  those night shift dilemmas are plaguing my boy.  I guess I can rightfully claim that we best understand one another by experiencing like scenarios. I believe we've experienced many like days, and I'm so grateful we can laugh about it!

Goodnight tired Daddy. Your funny words of nothing gave me too much silly life as I try to fall asleep beside you!  I love you.

By the way,  Maya has recently requested that her hair be styled this way,  and she has self proclaimed it as "helmet hair!"