Yesterday was a busy one.
One where you run as soon as your feet hit the ground. I wasn't rested. Neither was the big daddy. We attended to our littlest ALL NIGHT LONG.
She's not sick, well maybe a small cold nothing more. She was fed. Changed. Read to. I wonder if there is such a thing as baby insomnia because that may be what she was afflicted with last night.
Around 2:30 a.m. she was fed again...banana to the rescue. Finally about 4:45 a.m. she fell asleep. My other children up and ready for action around 6:30 a.m.. The whole "it's light at six o'clock" doesn't help.
Plus, I've been attempting to "BE" a morning person. Not working for me a self proclaimed night owl. A workout at 6:00 a.m. just isn't getting more fun the more I do it. I thought you were supposed to feel more rested when you exercise!!???! right?
It's about forming new habits, I suppose, and those are never very fun. It gets easier? Yes? Say, yes.
I literally stumbled from bed toward a latte. The likes of which I hoped would have miraculous qualities. After the second latte...yes two is what it took. I felt better. If not a bit jumpy. So, I put it to good use and finished flip flopping my children's rooms. Two were already moved, mostly.
The big daddy carried the tools and moved the heavy things while I cleared shelves, bedding, toys, etc. etc. etc.
By 5:00 we were finished. Or rather we were done for the day. Two more children in their new spaces. The two of us on the couch sipping Kombucha. Legs elevated. Wondering when the dinner fairy would arrive to make a scrumptious meal.
She never came!
Typically, around here, I don't attempt to completely rip the house apart each day. Just yesterday. Which is good. Exciting. Exhausting. Full of adventure.
I look forward to having a day of writing and laundry today for it will, no doubt, seem easier than yesterday.
How is your day going?