On exhaustion

I slept until about half past one in the afternoon today. Yesterday, I slept until noon.

I’m going to go ahead and award myself decent parent points for having baked a carrot cake with the kids, but I’m now contemplating at what point it’s acceptable for me to go back to bed.

You see, I’m having to cut drastically down on coffee, for reasons. I was given two cups of fool’s coffee (ie decaf) today, but they weren’t enough to take away the caffeine withdrawal headache. Fortunately I had paracetamol to hand.

In the room next to mine two children, who were supposed to be hunkering down on homework, were instead shouting at Roblox games. This is by design – their new school sets them an inordinate amount of lockdown homework compared to their previous one, and last week I finally wrote to their teachers informing them, in the kindest possible way, that they can stuff that homework somewhere unmentionable. Response so far has been muted, and amount of homework done limited. But no longer will I breathe down their necks all damn day like some crazed, exhausted dragon, running on caffeine and fumes alone.

Now I’ve written my Wednesday post, and I am going to go back to bed. Stuff it.