I fell asleep at 8:30 last night. On the couch, in front of the TV, with T still fussing himself back to sleep after being woken by a short barking fit from the dogs. And at 11:30, when DH finally managed to get me awake enough to stand (I know it’s shocking, but I can be quite a bear), I stomped up the stairs, brushed my teeth, put on pjs, and fell back asleep until 7:30 when I heard T reading to himself in his crib. It. Was. AWESOME.
I know so many moms, parents, people, who berate themselves for being tired. They have a long list of ailments, maladies, poor nutritional choices, exercise inefficiencies, impotent vitamins, anything and everything that they think they are not doing properly, hence their sheer exhaustion. Since becoming a mom I’ve spoken with so many others who are apologetic about their yawns and bloodshot eyes. Their body has let them down, and they are truly sorry.
WHAT?!?!!! Sure there are days when I wish I had more energy to do just one more thing, play with T a few more minutes, go a few blocks further with the dogs, finish that last chapter. That’s my mind saying “You only get one chance, take it!” not “your body is unworthy of this brain!” It’s like a badge of honor to be tired, and the ultimate reward to be able to sleep well after a busy day.
So I did, for a really long time. And this morning, when I woke and my headache was gone and my eyes were clear and I spoke with sweet words and hummed through the day with the patience of a saint, my brain – and the world – thanked me.
Do you feel like you get “enough” sleep? Does it change your outlook on your day when you do?