You go to bed exhausted and have no problem falling asleep. Only then to be woke an hour later. You’re exhausted and you want to do anything but get up. Your body pleads with you to go back to sleep. The warm covers beckon you, calling your name, but you can’t. You can’t ignore that sound. The one that says, “I need you.” You can’t go back to sleep.
So you get up. Because there is a little face there counting on you, begging you to get up. Feeling anxious and worried, they are miserable. Their stomach hurts and they hope that you can do something about it.
Crawling out of bed, you attempt the rolling out of bed so that you don’t wake the others. If, that is, there are others there. Then you waddle out to the hallway, tired, and attempting to fully wake up in the middle of the night so that you don’t fall asleep on your feet.
Once that one is taken care of, an hour after you fall back to sleep, and an hour after that last one, another is crying in your face. Once more you debate with yourself, but in reality, there is no debate. You will get up and you will take care of what needs to be done. Because there is no other choice.
Sacrificing sleep isn’t a question when they need us, is it? No
Hours later, the entire situation repeats. Then in the morning when you are making coffee, you are hoping against hope, that nothing more comes, but in an hour it will. Because you also have two little ones who need medication and tending to. The cycle doesn’t really end for you, now does it?
While you’re attempting to wake yourself up, that thought creeps in. The thought that haunts us all.
I can’t handle any more.
But it’s not true. You can handle anything that comes your way. Because you take one step at a time. You deal with one problem at a time. You fix it with baby steps, or half that size steps.
You can handle it.
When we get overwhelmed, it’s very easy to believe we can’t handle anything else. When we get tired, when we are exhausted beyond belief, we have those negative thoughts creep in. Give up, they tell us. Why bother, they ask.
You don’t have to be perfect. It’s okay to have your hair out of place, the clothes on backward, to not have made the time for a shower today. Tomorrow will come. A day to start over.
If someone has a problem with the way you look, or anything about you.
That’s their problem, not yours.
You did your best. You are doing your best.
That’s a good thing.