7/24/2014 0 Comments SUPER {tired} MOM! SUPER {tired} MOM!!! Behind every baller mother, is a strong pot of coffee. In fact, when I saw the above photo online, it hit all too close to home with the hurricane of children's belongings strewn about, the mom who is clearly ready for the day (wink wink) - and she's also pregnant! Not that I am again, thank you Jesus! But I know the feeling for sure! Being work out, strung out, and figuring out the beat way to tackle the day. Usually for me, with a 9 week old baby, who doesn't always sleep through the night, I brew coffee in ratios that confuse my coffee pot into thinking its an at home espresso barista, and I keep a steady stock of things like zebra cakes to keep my sugar level buzzing. Like so many of you, I find myself learning a new definition of tired each day. If the baby sleeps all night my almost two-year-old son is up until 2am refusing to sleep, and running between his room and ours. He thinks we can't hear him, but by 1:30 I've given up and Decide to let him play tag alone. If he sleeps- by a miracle of God- then my four year old wakes up with leg cramps, or she's too hot, or she needs more "paper towel", translated into toilet paper, that's sitting right behind her on the pot. If none of those things happen, hell has frozen over, but I have a three year old who dreams or something- which makes her cry and scream Bloody murder - but the worst part is, you can't just console her. It takes violent shaking and yelling her name to actually wake her before you can attempt to call her down. Which wakes not only her but the other three kids. You can see my Dilemma. I could probably count on one hand, the amount of times in the last five years that I've slept all night, for the recommended "8-9 hours", uninterrupted. But I am certainly super mom, even though I'm tired Beyond belief, as you are too. The kind of tired that slurs words and thoughts together, which means you forget which child is which, calling out every name you know until said child answers. The kind of tired that skips a shower before bed in the hopes of sleeping an extra 15 minutes. (Don't worry- I only do that every other day.) The kind of tired that crashes at 3:00pm. And either more coffee must be made, or weeping and gnashing of teeth will commence. The kind of tired that swells when you have to go to the bathroom, and you sit- yes on the toilet- for the first time today, and the aches and pains of lifting and pulling and hulling children through life is allowed free reign in all limbs. The kind of tired that doesn't want to make dinner, again, because dinner means eating, which means cleaning the dining room and kitchen all over, after detailing spaghetti remnants from chairs and walls just minutes before someone says "I'm hungry". The kind of tired that makes you doze off with your eyes still open, when a rerun of "Mickey Mouse clubhouse" is on, and dr daisy sing her "then what's the matter?" Song like a lullaby. And as you're reading the symptoms above of extreme exhaustion, and as I type them, the laughter comes because it's all too familiar, followed by choking back tears, because it's all too true. Don't worry, say the other moms, with kids who are grown. It's over soon. Or so I've heard. That even though the days are unbearable long, they are quick in passing. One of the wisest things I have heard in my "young" parenting, is "don't wake up to your Children, wake up for them." Even in my severe fatigue, even for just as short as 5 minutes, I try to wake up before the kids. I have one early riser too, so inevitably i'm up before the sun. But those few minutes allow me to regroup. To have a "team huddle" with my team leader: Jesus. Most days he is Jehovah Jirah....because he's providing me a way to manage without falling over. It give me just enough time to screw over my feelings, and remember that as the sun rises- literally- that mercy has been poured out anew. That as surely as the sun rose, His word will come to me, and you. And that has made all the difference. Yes in so certain tired. I could cry about it because it's so. But if these days, like every older mother says, are fleeting, then I'll sleep all too soon. Until then, pray for me. And I'll pray for you. That exhaustion is merely a state of mind, and that rest, is poured out from God in an unmeasurable amount. ustom HTML
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