I can’t sleep because this is running though my head.
Thought it should run through your head too.
Lying in the dark,
Next to me a tiny boy;
Sweet but I can’t sleep.
Lately I wake up around 4 or 5 for a while each morning. I lie next to Abraham and David, my baby and my beloved, and I reflect.
Ok, sometimes I worry.
About my family: will the baby sleep? Will my stepkids be happy? Will my husband always love me as I love him? Will my ill family members be ok? When will we get to visit Florida?
About my work: will I get everything done? Why do I still have all these jobs? Why am I not working more in Reading, my own community? Will I get my play done?
About my self: will I ever practice yoga again? Why am I not sleeping? Will my body ever go back to the way it was? Are my friends really friends or just associates? Can I please have a vacation? At least from the responsibility and routine?
I’m not looking for responses. Just trying to process. The answers are already there.
Abraham is currently sleeping on me. I am leaning back against a sea of pillow so I can use both hands to type.
He sleeps on me or Daddy, next to me, in his stroller on a walk, in his car seat. That is pretty much it.
If he falls asleep on us, we can put him in the cosleeper or cradle for 1-15 minutes for a mini nap. When I put him down, especially if I am alone, I get so excited – what will I do first?! Pee, have a snack, change out of my pyjamas at 3pm?! Forget doing yoga, showering or anything else that may take some time and concentration.
This is not me complaining. Seriously. I wouldn’t trade this little creature for any amount of free time. And I like snuggling so much. But sometimes I have to pee.
Children are funny. Putting them to bed is less funny.
1. Pajamas – this can take 5 seconds or 15 minutes – choosing the ones to match the weather, finding the bottoms to go with the tops, visiting Grandma and Grandpa and realizing you forgot to pack them (the you in this case is the 7 year old who packed her own bag, thank you very much).
2. Brush teeth – again, 5 second or 15 minutes. We prefer about 3 minutes: paste on, brush, spit, clean up the sink. Rarely does the sink clean up happen by the brusher in my house, especially if the brusher is under my current age or over my current age.
3. Clean up the room – it is important to have a toy-free walk way between the bed and the doorway in case a trip to the bathroom or parents’ bed or wherever should arise. This is harder to explain to the children (“look, I can step over it” or “but I’m going to play with that tomorrow” or “it’s ok, it doesn’t hurt when I step on my dirty clothes”). This is a behavior I try to model, but my bed time is later, so it is lost on them.
4. Read – ZoĆ« is reading Fudge-a-mania, her first of what I hope will be many Judy Blume books. Nathan is reading another Star Wars book from the library. Again.
5. Sleep – 15 minutes or 2 hours later (depending on steps 1-4), the lights go off and the children go to sleep. Or they don’t. Or they do eventually. Or in our bed. Or after coming downstairs several times. The best was when we had the Cantor from the Temple over for dinner: David went up stairs to put the kids to bed and Nathan did a Broadway kick line routine down the stairs in the buff. Luckily, he’s cute and only 5.
XO