We were up 4 times last night. 10, 12, 2, 3 and then up for the day at 4.50am.
When I pulled myself out of bed I said out loud.
“This is bullshit, I don’t want to get out of bed yet.”
I fed DS lying down in bed. He had too much too fast and threw up all over my chest. Charming. But he was grinning and doing that cute smiling bobble head thing little ones do. So up we got and he played on the living room floor while I did, well a whole bunch of nothing.
Breakfast, coffee, toddler cuddles, argument with an almost toilet trained toddler over her not wanting to use the potty but obviously needing to pee, fold some laundry, put the baby back to bed as he was visibly and obviously very tired, fold some more laundry.
Being tired is all part and parcel of being a mother of young children particularly babies and toddlers.
It just comes with the territory.
And I can get cranky about it and spend my days feeling frustrated and annoyed, or I can just get on with it.
You can be happy and tired. Being annoyed and upset helps no one and constantly focusing on negatives just makes the problems worse.
I am in control of how I feel. Not my children, not my husband, not random people commenting on my Facebook statuses, just me.
I figure in a few years these sleepless nights will just be a memory. Will I look at this time and think, well I was tired but for the most part I was happy? That’s what I hope.
There are so many people out there really struggling with huge issues, poverty, abuse, serious illness, I could go on but my point is this -
Today I woke up healthy, my children also woke up. So did my husband. We’re alive! Fantastic! Then we had breakfast, we have food, great. My children played with toys and each other. How wonderful it is to provide them with those luxuries. We have a roof over our heads, beds to sleep in, we have each other and we have enough to eat.
How privileged we are.
Many people this year will sit at a table with a loved one missing for Christmas, soldiers overseas will miss their families, some will get in their cars and not make it to their destination.
I’ve had a rough year, I think the first year of a child’s life can be incredibly trying, at least for me it is. But I’ve made a conscious decision that for every negative I will find a positive.
I was awake 4 times last night, but at least being summer it’s not too cold getting out of bed at that time and the moon was bright and beautiful.
I’m feeling tired today, but my husband will be on holidays soon.
The wonder week has started, but that means my son is learning new things and now that it has begun it will soon end, it won’t last forever.
My son is growing up so fast, but that means soon he will be a walking talking toddler and I think toddlers are more fun then babies
For me and my family, remembering that things could be worse and trying to put a positive spin on things even when it seems like it just couldn’t get any worse makes for a happier home and a better way to live.
Who wants to be angry or sad all the time?
Here, just for a giggle