Sleep did some knitting last night. I feel a bit more healed from the journey over the weekend. Perhaps the kids are, too. My daughter seems to be pulling out of her cold, and my son slept through the night with just a few momentary wake ups. Tomorrow, I get to be parent helper, again, at my daughter’s school, and we are scheduled for a play date. Hope sleep finishes the repair job enough to enjoy what really should be enjoyable.
I reach these points, usually after extended illness or sleep deprivation, when I have to refocus on enjoying my children being children. The incessant, loud questions, the screaming in frustration, the things that pierce my brain and wear down my patience are not the sum total of my children. In fact, they represent a small percentage of what they do, so they should be less proportionally represented in my vision of them. It is time to readjust and realign my sight on my children. It is time to focus on the amazing, the cute, the absolute love. It’s also time to sleep.