Most of you will know that my book went on sale this week. Friday was official launch day and it couldn’t have gone better. I had the day off work and the kids were looked after for six hours, which meant I had all that time to promote the hell out of it. The blogging community rallied together for me, re-tweeting and sending tweets and messages of encouragement all day. The same was happening all over Facebook with my RL friends. It was quite simply incredible. When I looked at the Amazon charts for the last time on Friday night, Become the Best You sat pretty at #47 in the Self Help section.
As you can imagine I was thrilled, and celebrated with a couple of glasses of champers with my fab hubby. It knocked us for six though and we didn’t even manage to finish the bottle. Oh how times have changed! Between being off the sauce for over five months, and not sleeping more than a couple of hours at a time recently, we went to bed rather woozy. The night that followed was a typical one, baby up about four or five times to feed.
The weekend didn’t start well in my house. 5yo was up at the crack of dawn and woke everyone else up by having a tantrum about not going back to bed (oh the irony). The morning that followed was hard work – we had three very needy kids on our hands who wanted different kinds of attention. The afternoon was better, 5yo had a party, hubby took 2yo swimming and I spent over an hour chatting to lovely neighbours.
By evening though baby boy had come down with a nasty cold. I gave him an extra long ‘last’ feed for two hours, after which I could hardly string a sentence together. I was absolutely shattered. Thankfully a massive pot of pulled pork and veggies had been in the oven all day so I didn’t have to worry about cooking. I went to bed before 9pm, and I sent up a little prayer to the gods of sleep that we would at least be granted a few solid hours, as it had been a while and was desperately needed.
Unfortunately the opposite of what we needed actually happened. My poor wee man was awake for the first time at 10:20pm and up and down like a yoyo afterwards. All night long. I’m talking every 20-30 minutes, and in between feeding he was screaming the house down or sneezing big snot flumes or vomming all over the marital bed. Probably the worst night we’ve had with him, on the back of being so exhausted I barely managed to walk up the stairs to go to bed last night. He hasn’t been sick again (touch wood) and I can only hope that the cold is short lived.
As for me, I was broken first thing this morning. I am no stranger to sleep deprivation but this level of it got the better of me. I feel bad whinging because I should be feeling amazing, on top of the world and full of excitement about my book. Perhaps I’m coming down with lurgies as well which is why I’m feeling low. Or perhaps I’ve been running on adrenalin for so long now, the crash and burn was just inevitable?
Today we don’t have plans apart from going to the farmers market and taking the kids to the park. I’ll take it super easy, be kind to myself and not expect too much from any member of the family. There’s lots of good stuff coming up over the next few weeks, and lots to be happy about, need to keep that at the front of my mind! Thanks for listening 🙂
What are your thoughts? Do you feel low a few days after a massive high? How well do you cope without your sleep? I’d love to hear from you in the comments section…