Take a Break
I was up at 1:30, 3:30, and 5:30. At 5:30, my three week old decided that was a good time to get up for the day and cry. I’d nurse him, put him down, and lay down for a minute. As soon as my head hit the pillow, my bundle of joy would cry. My three year old came into my room at six (she usually sleeps like a teenager, so this was absurdly early). She said she couldn’t sleep without me (her excuse of the day), so she curled up with me. I woke - or at least started - the day in a foul mood because three weeks of sleeping for an hour at a time have started to catch up with me. But then I looked at a picture I took last night and tried to remind myself why I had kids. I have to keep this in mind - they’ll only be little once. So I thought I’d share my picture with you and urge you to take a break too to realize what little treasures we have. (Even though I’d give them to Grandma for a week right now!!).

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