“Note that my kids aren’t the problem; my aging body is”
“I don’t know how you do it, Sam!”
I hear this often.
It’s apparently supposed to be a compliment.
Truth be told, I don’t know either.
What I do know is that whatever “it” is, it’s done through bleary eyes and with a fatigued and often unclear mind.
You see, my kids are young and I’m “old.”
Understanding that both terms – “young” and “old” – are subjective, suffice it to say that having little kids in middle age is a challenge for the most hearty of us. And for those of us who don’t belong to said “hearty club,” we’re just good and tired, full stop.
I wrote about my ongoing fun and fatigue, excitement and exhaustion in a recent article for CBC Kids. You can read the full piece here:
He jumps into our bed, spry as ever. “Good morning, Mommy!” he shouts cheerily. This kid, though. He’s awfully happy at 5:30 a.m. “Mommy, I’m hungry! Can I have waffles?” It’s 5:31 a.m. now. C’mon, kid! But having to arise from my warm and comfortable bed isn’t the worst of my worries.