If you came here this morning looking for a post on travel, I’m sorry to tell you that’s not what’s on my mind this morning. What is on my mind? Sleep. Any parent will understand that there is a sleep obsession, particularly when you don’t feel like you’re getting any. Mothers may understand this even more. Hell, non-parents may totally get it too. Everyone’s juggling multiple life aspects and no one seems to be getting enough.
This morning my husband didn’t need to be out the door as early as normal but we knew our little guy would be up at the crack of dawn, per usual, so made plans to get workouts in (he usually takes Jack for a run in the jogger while I can get in a gym workout). After a night of a million wake-ups and an even earlier start than normal (tell me, why do toddlers think 4am is the start of the day?), coupled with a bit of a cough and a few other cold symptoms and I just wasn’t feeling it.
Matt took Jack for a jog and I debated what to do. Options included heading to the gym (ruled out when I realized I would probably cut it short due to exhaustion), doing some yoga in my living room (which may have been beneficial), jumping in the shower so I could get going on my day and be on to breakfast and chores by the time the boys came back, or something that I never do. Go back to bed. Literally, even when I’m utterly exhausted my mom brain is constantly running through to do lists, chores, errands, laundry, etc. and I never prioritize sleep.
In a perfect world, I’d be getting eight hours a night. Actually that would probably be the minimum. In reality, a bad night is three hours and a good night is around six. It’s starting to catch up with me. I’ve been sick a million times this year which is not a normal occurrence. My brain constantly feels like it’s in a fog and I forget things and miss details that focusing on is normally my strength.
So this morning I went back to bed for 30 minutes thinking I’d just lay there and try to recharge a bit. Snuggling under my down comforter, with no chance of a little dude yanking it off me and using my tired body as a jungle gym felt so lovely. And then I drifted off to sleep. In reality, I probably slept for no more than 20 minutes before they came back and yet 20 minutes of uninterrupted sleep gave me the boost I needed to get going on my day and while still tired, I feel more rested then I did when I first woke up this morning.
And you know what? I still got a shower in, breakfast for the whole family, the bed made, and the kitchen cleaned up before we had to leave for preschool, despite the late start.
So my message to you is this: if you’re feeling really, really exhausted (and who isn’t?), let yourself rest for 30 minutes with your eyes closed. I’m the last person to say ignore the dishes, the laundry or the bed but I still got everything done and some much needed sleep as well.