Sleep. It's the holy grail for some young moms. I used to gauge how successful a day would be by how many hours I slept the night before--and just as important, how many times was I awake in the middle of the night?
I'm slowly learning to let go. To stop looking at the clock. To relax, because no amount of fuming or martyred sighs will make my kids need me less in the middle of the night.
Yes, Axel has had a few too many nights where he's wide awake when I want to go to sleep. Leo is doing a stint where he's coming into our room between 4 and 5 a.m. We put him back in bed, but he's not going back to sleep, he simply plays.
So a few of us are tired. Some more than others (Leo tends to tantrums, and I'm tending to coke and chocolate. We all have our coping mechanisms).
But everyone is still getting fed. The household is limping along; we have clean clothes (usually folded). We're making it, somehow, just fine. I'm no super woman, that's for sure, and the computers are playing cartoons far too often, but that will be of short duration. I'm trying to take small steps in the less-computer-more-playing direction.
Axel will find his rhythm. So will I. And so it goes, as we try to fully enjoy this new season in our lives.
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Very calmly and well put. I'll bookmark this one to read again in a few months.
I was going to say the same thing--that I'm totally going to come back and read this again in a few months. I think of being up all night and tired all day when I think of having a newborn... I really liked what you said about stopping looking at the clock because it doesn't matter...Come January, I'm going to try it! We'll see. Enjoy your chocolate :)
Beautifully put...
Love you.
Good luck.
Have to say, the year hasn't changed you much, Emily - you're still amazing!
They are cute boys, and they're lucky to have such a mom.
Way to go!
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