Apparently, my motherly superpower is my ability to wake up and put out multiple fires throughout the night with my kids. My husband's superpower is to sleep through everything peacefully like a corpse.
As mothers, we are told we have superpowers that enable us to cook a meal, change a diaper, and pay bills all at the same time. But, truthfully, I am more in awe of my husband's ability to sleep through the night life that happens right under the nose that obviously refuses to use the trimmer I bought him for Christmas.
This morning, like every other morning, at 5:45 AM, the alarm on my phone starts playing A Walk In The Forest and I drag my exhausted butt out of bed to get a head start on the day. I'm exhausted because, once again, I have been up all night with kids. I've gotten pretty good at falling back to sleep in between these interruptions, but I'm nowhere near the required eight hours. There is a very small window of time I could nap during the day but I should shower since my hair looks like something you'd snake out of your kitchen sink.
On this particular morning, I sit down at the computer to write when my husband, Chris, walked into the kitchen looking dapper and ready to leave for work.
"Rough night, huh?" I asked him.
"Uh - what?"
"Rough night. Between the dog having diarrhea, Ellie's cough, and Katya's nightmares -- ugh. I'm exhausted."
"Yeah! I felt like it would never end! Oh, and thanks for helping me get her that cough syrup." I looked over at Chris and he was giving me a blank stare that was starting to make me nervous, but I kept going anyway. "It was a godsend. She finally fell asleep around 3 PM and I was able to get Katya settled in our room on the floor around 4 PM."
"Katya's in our room?" he asked, stunned. My nervousness started to turn into slight irritation.
"Ummmm, yeah? You didn't know that? You helped me make her a bed!"
"Really? I was just in there opening drawers and turning on lights while I got dressed for work. I had no idea she was in there."
"How can you not remember this?" I said, now a touch nervous I had hallucinated an entire night of diarrhea, incessant coughing and nightmares.
"I don't know. I thought I slept through the whole night."
My eyebrows furrowed. "You really don't remember helping make her bed? Or getting the cough syrup?"
"Well, now that you mention it I sort of remember those things. But not really. Geez - it's like a whole other world goes on while I'm sleeping."
"Tell me about it, dude."
So MY superpower enables me to multi-task a crap-load of stuff, but his gives him the feeling of a full night's sleep? Effing-a.