Easy right? Wrong!
Because Lisel is teething/cold-having and her sleeping was not so much. She woke up both nights in the middle of the night and tossed and turned and turned and tossed...so Dave and I also slept not so much. And I caught Lisel's virulent baby cold. And by Sunday, I was...not so much.
Lisel checks out the selection at the Waffle House
And we're about to go out for a month! More than month! And I was actually feeling kind of confident for a second and then I realized that if everything goes perfect -- no baby bus problems, no virulent toddler illness, no random sleep regression-- we're still going to be hanging on by a thread. And if something does go wrong...in the words of mu husband, we're fuequed!
I am trying to get myself into the right head space--I want to know that I will be exhausted and run down--I want to expect that and make peace with it. I want to befriend the tired and roll with it. I want to get all zen on the experience. Because if there's one thing I know, it's that nothing every goes perfectly. I will probably be spending a lot of time at the end of my rope.
Can I get cool with that? I want to try.
-- Post From My iPhone