You know the horrible feeling you get when you just woke up and you're so tired that you can't remember where you are or what you are doing? Motherhood* puts a whole new twist to that, one that I have failed to find humorous.
Since Ellie has been teething, apparently I have become sleep deprived. The other day, I woke from a nap and couldn't figure out where I was. Then I suddenly freaked out wondering where my baby was!
Oh my god! Did I crush her in bed? Did she fall out of bed? Was she even in bed with me? I don't know where I put her! Did I leave her downstairs? What if she fell down the stairs because I wasn't watching her? What if she got stuck behind the couch? Is she even at home with me? Did I find a babysitter for her? Did I leave her at the grocery store? How would I get her back if I did? Who would return a baby to a mother who left her at the store? Is she ok? Is she still alive?
A few minutes pass before I convince myself to calm down. Ellie is safe in her crib, taking a nap. Remember, that's why I decided to take one myself too? Whew. That was close call. I think I'll go back to sleep now.
* DISCLAIMER: It's not just a motherhood thing, but rather "parenthood" because it's been known to happen to Michael as well, though for the most part that was when she was younger.
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