I truly loved those mornings; sitting at my computer, with nothing but a faint breeze coming in through the window and a giant jar of water by my side. You see, for the entire month of July, I used to start my day at 5.15am, woken after our youngest stirred, and after feeding him the remains of his bottle from the night before and watching him gently fall back to sleep, I’d take myself to my desk and stay there working until everyone else woke, about two hours later.
No matter that Abe was going through another super wakeful phase and is up almost hourly through the night these days. Sleep deprivation? That’s for mums of newborns, isn’t it? The ‘morning ritual’ I’d stumbled on felt self-carey; like I’d struck gold: two hours of solitary, silent hours to myself to work, potter and be a-l-o-n-e! Bliss!
However, turns out it was a little too good to be true and there’s a catch to those stolen, silent moments where no one needs me or utters the ‘M’ word. You see, something caught up with me back then. It might have been weeks of not enough sleep – it almost certainly was, it might have been recent upsetting behaviour from one of our children, it might be the pandemic face-masked limbo we find ourselves in, and it might be something I’ll never share on social media – and that’s OK. All I know is that I had too many brain tabs open. Waaaay too many.
So this post is a small, slightly clichéd and IMPORTANT reminder to take care of yourself and to take time out. I’d hate for anyone to think I just listen to folk music and bake banana bread with the kids and don’t ever feel a little bit meh.
I’d hate for anyone to think I just listen to folk music and bake banana bread with the kids and don’t ever feel a little bit meh.
It’s been a #zeroplans WEEK – just what I needed. I’ve washed my hair, shaved my legs, and those 5am mornings will be no more (at least not until my 1 year old babe has resumed some more solid sleeping).
How are YOU guys doing and feeling these days?