All leads to one of those no sleep kind of nights.
And I honestly feel just a wee bit crabby in my oh, so tired, body state. I’d really like to curl up under my covers and grab an insane amount of sleep due to massive amount of sleep deprived years. Blessed years, but low sleep years.
So now, I’m sitting in our kitchen, at the island, listening to the little boys chatter around me – See this turtle I drew? Milk, please? The thunders were loud — i wasn’t scared. Look a dinosaur! – and it softens the crabby part of me. They didn’t intend to wake up to lessen my sleep. They’re little and crying in the night for mom. And I want it to be that there are no stipulations to that — my mornings and moods shouldn’t change.
I just will have to drink more coffee.
And lean on the Lord more.
And take a nap this afternoon.
But for now, I’ll sit here, with my early morning hair pulled back into the obligatory ponytail and no makeup on my face, and for just a second more, listen to those sweet words from the boys, unload the dishwasher, put a smile on my face — a real one, not the plastered on one, and will go about my day grateful for those awake throughout the night little boys. Yes, content.
Coffee run, anyone?