Recently we got the movie Date Night from Netflix. I found it entertaining. There is a scene where the main characters (Steve Carell and Tina Fey) are asleep in bed, pre-dawn, and their children fly into their bedroom and jump on them. The rest of their day is a jumbled-up blur. They are so tired. They want to sleep so badly.

They would rather sleep than go out. Or have a nice dinner alone. Or have sex. Or brush their hair.

This is my life.

I think ONE is trying to kill us. A slow death. Can you die from sleep deprivation or general exhaustion? He chatters constantly. That in itself is exhausting. He won’t nap. He currently refuses to sleep past 6:00 a.m. He goes full-blast, all day long.

How does he DO that?

I keep telling myself (and Husband) that surely it’s just a phase. Surely, soon, he will calm down — even just a little. I think that is my way of coping, by saying “it’s just a phase.” I mean, It WILL end, at some point. He might be in middle school by the time it does, but it will end.

Kind of like one day, he will not be afraid of the potty. He WILL use it. One day.

How do people with small children nurture their marriage? I can barely conversate with my husband these days. Either I’m exhausted to the point where I can’t form sentences, or we get constantly interrupted by our little chatterbox. I need to learn the tricks, people. What is the workaround?!

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