Sleep. It makes everything better.
Don’t you love that feeling of laying down in your bed after a long, hard day and feeling every muscle relax and sink into the mattress?! I LOVE that feeling.
Being a mom often time means you miss out on a lot of sleep. You don’t get to sleep in on Saturday mornings or take long naps right before dinner. You are up anywhere between 1 and 20 times a night for every reason you could ever imagine.
I am so frustrated by this lack of sleep. Because it can feel like you are defeated before you even begin your day. Sleep allows you to see the world in a better light, be more cheerful, patient. Lack of sleep (read- exhaustion) makes you cranky and mean and snappy and yelly.
It sometimes seems so unfair that to be parent you need mountains of patience and getting good rest helps…but you never get good rest. So you are summoning patience from…well…the grace of God.
Edmund painted his finger nails and toenails (and left globs of nail polish evidence on the carpet and my favorite hand embroidered table runner) the other day. Then he sprayed all his toys with Lime Away. Then he dumped a bag of beads all over his bed. And he dropped the whole can of cocoa powder and walked chocolate foot prints all over the rug. He dumped an entire bottle of Dawn in various places around the kitchen.
So, in my crazy, exhausted state I yelled “Edmund! What in the world are you thinking?! Why would you be so wasteful and naughty? !”
“Mom, I wanted my fingers to be pretty! See my toes?!”
“Mom, I like to clean my toys! I am helpin you!”
“Mom, I just want to make a necklace with you!”
“Mom, I like to make a cake for my Papa John!”
“Mom, i want to wash dishes!”
Well….there you have it I guess. As crazy and sleep deprived as I am, I have to force myself to step back from my impatient anger and see Jesus in this wild red head.
Tomorrow is always a new day. So, even when it starts at 6:30am (aka 5:30, thanks daylight savings) with 5 hours of sleep and a 2 year old whining for TV (thanks Daniel Tiger) and schnacks (thanks a lot Tricia) and crying because his bagel is toasted and we can’t have mac and noodles with a side of coffee ice cream for breakfast, I will take a deep breath and truck on. Because moms don’t need sleep…
Moms run on coffee and Jesus.