I fell asleep in the recliner last night.
What can I say? It was a long week. I’d just eaten a bowl of pasta. And I’m fairly certain my iron levels have been running a little low (don’t worry, I’ve got a stash of iron supplements that always helps me get back on track).
By 7:00 pm, Henry and I were snuggled up in the chair. By 7:30 pm, I was nodding off. And by 9:30, everyone in the house was snoozing.
So yeah, technically this blog post is about 12 hours late, but hey–my blog, my rules. And I truly believe that missteps or stumbling blocks or failures are not truly failures if we take the time to learn from them and keep challenging ourselves to move forward.
Choosing to take an early night and not force a blog post just to meet my own self-imposed goal of completing another 365 project is a choice I’m not going to feel particularly bad about. It’s all about balance and priorities, and last night’s priority was indulging in a little self-care and getting a full night’s sleep.
And yeah, it feels good.
Now, let’s get back to it.
It has been a week! Busy days at work, after school activities, evening events, and a couple really late nights. Plus, this damn freezing weather and more snow.
I’m treating myself and my tired body to a little self-care, which includes a glass of wine an early(ish) bedtime.
Can someone please tell Electra to sleep in tomorrow?
Day after the snow day after the holiday after the weekend got me like…
Anybody else find it hard to get going today?
This dude had a great swim lesson this morning, but seemed a little overly tired and crabby afterward, so he went down for an early nap.
An hour later, I heard him stir and start crying. Then the dreaded words:
“Mommy! Mommy, help! I sick!”
The smell hit me when I walked in the room–a mix of overripe banana and sour strawberry donuts. There was already a thick puddle on the comforter, more streaming from his nose.
I got him cleaned up, laundry started, clothes changed. Then we settled in to rest and wait it out. Late afternoon, another explosion, but Stevie and I managed to keep it mostly contained.
Since then, he’s been attached to me, lounging on the couch, sipping water, occasionally restless. He slept a bit, waking off and on and moaning, but his sour stomach seems to have settled. He finally woke and asked to go to bed, so we took him up and tucked him into clean, soft sheets and kissed him good night.
Here’s hoping tomorrow is a better day. Sleep tight H-man.
When I can’t sleep, it’s usually because there’s something my brain just doesn’t want to let go of.
Isn’t that always the reason?
It might be some issues lodged in my mind from work, a running list of random to-do items that I’m afraid I’ll forget, or some random line of worry that revolves around the health and emotional development of my kids–like whether the coughing fit that just erupted in Cadence’s room is the natural byproduct of the dry winter air or the beginnings of a bout of bronchitis.
Most nights it’s a damn miracle my brain shuts down long enough to get any real sleep at all.
There was a time when I used to keep a dream journal. Nothing fancy, just a notebook and pen placed close enough to my bed that I could reach out and grab it easily in those moments I hung in that fuzzy space between my dreams and waking, those moments when I could still remember some of the details. It’s honestly an exercise I wish I’d kept up.
I learned a lot about myself by analyzing the patterns and paying attention to the things my dreaming mind bubbled to the surface. I learned that I dream of storms and tornadoes during times of high stress and upheaval in my life. In the dreams, I’m never afraid of the storms. Instead, there’s a heightened and palpable feeling of responsibility and focus. I find myself taking charge, ushering others to safety, and then always turning around at the last moment to stand up and face the storm (or maybe to stand up in spite of it) and get one last good look before it blows over.
Funny what your dreams can teach you about yourself if you just learn to pay attention.
Sundays are for resting. Electra takes this very seriously.
You know, we could learn a few things from this hound.