Exhaustion
the journal of Michael Werneburg
twenty-eight years and a million words
Toronto, 2015.02.05
The Girl's almost sleeping through the night, now. By almost I mean, only waking once or twice to cry, and usually only needing her mum half the time.
Which has meant that we're mostly sleeping, too. For the first time since the child was born, I don't have that windy feeling of exhaustion, like there's a steady breeze blowing through my head where my brain is supposed to be.
It's nice.