What hit me about parenthood, that I naively didn't expect or plan for, is how exhausting being needed 24 hours a day is. My tiny dictator is now 2.5, and she is hard work. Constant talking, always needing me for something. Which is fine obviously, since I'm her mum, but my god it is knackering.
And you know how you always feel more rested when you get to wake up naturally in the morning? Yup, not having that floors me completely. She's always been a great sleeper, slept right through from 8 weeks, but she goes through phases where she gets up reallllllly early in the morning, no idea why. And she might only get me up an hour before I need to be up, but it feels like 6 hours.
On the rare occasions where I get a day to myself, I still don't switch off mentally. Thinking of what is for dinner, that I need to catch up on washing, housework, what is she wearing tomorrow, is there clean pyjamas about, when is the nursery bill due etc. All those just normal adult duties though.
I also work full time, am chronically ill, and try to get an hour of the gym in 4 times a week (I go during my lunchbreaks as I have no time at night or weekends, and have gotten FAT).
I am beyond exhausted right now. So much so, I have taken 3 days annual leave next week, 1 to blast my Christmas shopping, 1 to blitz the housework, and 1 to do sweet eff all but lie on the couch and binge watch Blue Bloods. I cant bloody wait!