(you may notice that Isaac looks downright perky)
If you had told me, before I was a mom, that I could exist on basically no sleep, I would have had a hard time believing you.
I love sleep. I mean, I looooooooooooooove my sleep.
If given the choice between a huge hot fudge sundae with peanuts, m&ms, and sprinkles, and a 30 minute nap I would…well…hmmm…hard to say, but you get the idea.
I was the kid who conked out at 10pm at sleepovers. I used to beg my mom to forbid me from attending all-nighters at my church.
To me sleep=life.
And yet, here I am.
After a horrendous night (at 3 hours, doesn’t it actually qualify as a really good nap?), I am still standing.
Sure, I may have cursed silently when Joseph woke up (“Dora? Dora? Dora, Mommy? Dora? Watch a movie?”) at 5 freakin’ am.
Yes, I may have prayed without ceasing that Joseph would take a long nap (not so much.)
Isaac may have been called “Joseph” about 3 trillion times. (second child, and all that.)
And I may have looked up from where I was zoned out, nursing Isaac to find Joseph inexplicably running around naked.
But, I survived.
I played with sidewalk chalk.
I took the boys to the park.
I did stickers.
I received an adorable First Smile from Isaac. (survival mechanism, I’m sure.)
My laundry is done (not put away, but done).
I made banana bread.
And it only took 2 large cups of coffee (drink up, Isaac!) and a short nap for me to make it through.
I have found that motherhood gives you a strength that you don’t know you have.
When your body screams “Let them cry! You need sleep!” your biological motherly-urges get you out of bed and over to that crying kid as fast as you can. And smiling, no less! (If baring your teeth can count as a smile…)
Motherhood can make you do what, just a few years ago, you may have deemed impossible, torturous, and insane.
Those crazy hormones!
Now, if you’ll excuse me, I am off to get ready for bed in the hopes that Isaac will cooperate.
Because I may be a mother, but I’m still only human.
And I am tired.