I wake up to a 2 year old beside my bed. “It’s wakeup time mommy?” One eye peeping open says no, it’s still dark out, but these guys rarely go back to sleep once up, so sure baby, wakeup time it is. I stretch a bit, get out of bed, and turn on cartoons. Grab a blanket and snuggle with my youngest until the middle wakes up and joins us.
Once everyone is awake, the morning rush begins. Juice, breakfast, clothes on, and a fresh diaper for the little one. Oldest packs her backpack, and I have to tell her twice to remember her homework folder. *Sigh* One day she’ll get this on her own. Tuesday means husband works, older two have school, and youngest has mom’s day out- 4 lunches total. Assembly line it all, and before I know it we are all ready for the day. We are out the door 10 minutes early, definitely the sign of a good day.
The morning flies as I do errands, laundry and phone calls. Turn off the two lights Gabrielle left on, despite my reminder. Pick up the boys, they are crabby. Must have been a busy morning. No nap? Figures. Keep them distracted with snacks and silliness, making them giggle through their tired tears. The afternoon brings soccer practice, a dinner of leftovers, and little boys too tired to go to bed. Realize as I close their bedroom door this is the first time I’ve really had to raise my voice today, and I can count on one hand how many times in the last week. Cripes what a change! So often lately my throat has been sore from it by 7pm. Not this week.
A week of having energy again.
A week of truly enjoying being with my children, even in their less-than-happy moments.
A week where housework is just housework, not an overwhelming, insurmountable drudgery.
A week where I am still busy, still stressed, yet able to see the problems for what they are, not what my mind builds them up to be.
A week back on my anti-depressant medication.
(Written as a contrast to this post, I wanted to capture the feeling of ‘normal’, and a reminder to myself as to why anti-depressants are nothing to be ashamed of. Some of us need that extra help, and I think that contrast is a good illustration of why.)