When I’m not doing well with keeping up with everything, I’m very reactive. I find myself in a difficult situation and I tread water for a while…or just float. The problem with that is difficult is normal when you have 9 children, or 1 child for that matter. Last night is case in point…Chris and I watched a movie late. It’s well documented by anyone who has ever spent any sort of time with me that I’m NOT a night person. Amazing amounts of my brain close shop rather early. That works fine for watching a movie. We watched Phantom of the Opera. Even without my whole brain I learned the lesson it was teaching:If you die young just tell your child you love them. Don’t promise them visits from an angel. problem solved.
After our movie I crept in our room to find a waking baby in need of a diaper change. Apparently Hannah figured we hadn’t celebrated her 9th mirthday* well enough so she stayed up for another hour to party. She was so happy and giggly. It was almost 2am. If this is normal for you or you are a night person pretend you have compassion. When Becca woke me at almost 7…which is pretty good for her, I was not fresh as a daisy.
There are three things I do to survive sleeplessness:
An ounce of morning is worth a pound of afternoon. I’m already tired and grumpy, why not clean anyway. It’s not like it requires a lot of brain power, which is a blessing when I’m tired. If I can get things done early, then I don’t have to worry when I hit the wall in the afternoon.
Perspective…for whatever reason the first thing I loose when I’m tired is perspective. It feels as though I will always be tired, things will take longer and be harder than they really will, and I forget to be grateful. Gratitude can completely change my perspective. It can make me grateful for my lungs, a place to sit and the simple joy of privacy. Gratitude helps me recognize what I have and the beauty already around me.
Simplify. quesodillas do count as a home cooked meal, as do pb&js
Hang in there oh fellow sleep deprived people. My sink is shined, my laundry done…I’m ready to crash.
*she was born on the 15th, so every 15th for the first year we celebrate and take her picture