I apologize for the scattered nature of yesterdays post. I assure you, I was in no position to sugar coat. My day had been exhausting and emotionally charged. I had a couple friends and close family reach out and check on me, which I really, really appreciated. You know who you are. Thank you. I needed it more than you can know.
Today was still rough, but it was better. I was exhausted, and so were the kids. Laela woke up at 7:07am and cried and cried and cried. When it had been established that she was not going back down, I went in to retrieve her. This normally wakes her brother, but he didn’t even stir. So I snagged Laela and she and I enjoyed a nice breakfast of milk, cereal, and yogurt together. Unfortunately, right before 10:00am, she started screeching. Really loudly. I worked my butt off to keep her entertained and quiet, since our morning never looks like this, and Dekker obviously needed some sleep. Sadly, I snapped at Laela around 10:15. I knew then that I needed to put her down, so I went into their room. Of course, I had woken Dekker and he was nervous of me. It wasn’t my finest morning.
But breakfast with him was nice, and he insisted I get myself some tea. Afterwards, we went downstairs and got laundry started. We played toys and watched some tv and kept a pretty low profile. I spent some time on the phone with my mom, and my sister, and then eventually with Brady over lunch. Laela slept until 1:00pm, which is waaay longer than usual, but again, she obviously needed it. I just figured there was no chance of a joint nap.
But there was! These kids surprise me all the time. I kept Dekker up until 2:30 when I noticed they were both rubbing their eyes and the volume was definitely going up. So I tucked them both into their beds and they slept like logs until around 4:45. Laela got up at that point, and Dekker stayed down until supper. It was a wonderful day for sleep, but we all needed the peace and quiet.
My original plan had been to go to my moms for a visit. My brother, sister in law, and two nephews are staying there for the week, and had invited me for the day so I didn’t have to be on my own. And I really wanted to go. But I knew, just with the way the morning worked and how I was feeling, that a home day was important. So we did that. We slept and were lazy and did some laundry, and thats it. It was the perfect kind of day.
Even better, Brady came home early. The kids were still down and we could just visit for a bit. He helped with the end of the laundry and made supper. It was a really good day, considering how my heart and brain are feeling. It was good. God is good.