exhausted

Weeks ago Shelly and I decided that we would do Easter at our house. We knew our baby would only be a few days old, but after reviewing our options we thought Easter at our house was the best one. If we didn't we would be invited to go to multiple Easter meals at other people's houses and that seemed even more difficult than having people here. We were dead wrong.

Shelly was in charge of Ruth and the home made Mac & Cheese, and I was in charge of everything else. Ruth behaved rather well last night. She slept in two chunks, one three hour chunk and one four hour chunk(good baby). Our first mistake was we also invited our parents to go to church with us. I would have cancelled this part, but the youth were doing a musical drama and neither Shelly nor I wanted to miss out on seeing it. So when the alarm rang we started our first of what will be thousands of morning productions to get our family ready to go away. We were masters at getting ready with three growing kids, but adding a fourth(baby) to the mix has increased the difficulty level.

We arrived at church only 5 minutes late, another miracle. Sat with our family and Ruth was restless the whole time, but didn't cry. We got to see the youth do their thing. It was very good and I was moved emotionally. I am very impressed with the youth of our church, they are great kids.

After church we dashed back home and finished the feast, which was already cooking and time-delayed baking in our oven. We ate by 12:30. After which I cleaned up and everyone else went to the living room to open gifts. Holy smokes their were baskets everywhere. Since all grandmas were at our house we had been bombarded with baskets. Every child including Ruth had at least 3 to open. Which meant easter grass, wrap, paper, boxes, bags, little toy pieces and candy wrappers were everywhere. Within 30 minutes our house looked like a nuclear disaster area. And then it was time to clean up.

Well then it hit me, about an hour after the baskets & the clean up, pure exhaustion. I couldn't do anything else, my body needed to sit, my head needed to shut down. I don't think I have ever felt that tired in a long time.
By 5pm everyone had gone. I popped in a movie for the kids and I laid on the sofa and slipped into a coma for an hour.

The rest was good, but upon waking it took me about an hour for my brain to focus on anything. The rest of the night has been totally unproductive. Hopefully sleep will come sooner than later.