Nights like these make being a parent really hard. Watching them in pain is torture and then the lack of sleep hits you like a ton of bricks. I’ve hit my wall, like 7 hours ago. Little Squirt, on the other hand, is a ball of energy and acting as if he wasn’t up half the night with me.
I’m seriously excited he is feeling better but after the night spent trying to comfort my oldest my body is feeling worn down and craving a greasy, cheesy burger with the works. And a side of onion rings.
I know how this works though. When I am sleep deprived and trying to drag myself to 8 pm before the next glimpse of any rest I will shove any type of junk food in my mouth possible. It’s not even the food that I’m craving so much as the feeling. Comfort. So, I guess you could say I’m an emotional eater. Happy…eat. Sad…eat. Tired…eat. Ya know, that whole bucket of fun.
That whole bucket of fun isn’t so fun and I have all the tools to combat it. If I’m crunching on something I am less likely to reach for some carb loaded, deep fried, covered in chocolate treat. Somehow it works…I don’t question it.
And today I am so ready to whip fatigue’s rear. I’ve whipped up a single serving of this vegetable dip and set aside some baby carrots so I can grab and snack any time. Wish me luck.