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The one about falling asleep fully clothed

It was a fall-asleep-in-your-clothes sort of day.

One moment I was feeding Judah before putting him down for the night, the next moment I was waking up fully clothed (with my contacts still in – yuck) sometime in the middle of the night.

For every good intention I had of squeezing in some work after the kids went down, my body had another idea.

Seems lately I can barely keep my eyes open.

Lists sit untouched. Laundry sits unfolded. Emails sit waiting for replies. Blogs sit ignored. Projects sit half-done.

I’m behind on every single thing I’m working on, full of new ideas I’m unable to implement, lagging on some of my day-to-day responsibilities, and wondering how to live this season well.

I still have so much to learn.

I probably need to get into the habit of taking an afternoon nap again, like I did for the first few months after Judah was born.

(For the record, Judah is not a fan of sleep. And that? That pretty much just makes me tired. All the time.)

I will say this: for all the things I’m failing at, one thing I’m doing right – I’m playing with my boys and helping them to grow and learn.

(Levi knows his left and right. Seriously? Can I just brag about that a tiny bit? I think it’s amazing considering I still sometimes have to stop and think about which one is which. So yes, my children are genius. *snicker* At least I can be proud of them. *grin*)

I’m multi-tasking less. Trying to listen more. Focusing on enjoying life more.

I know I’ll never regret that.

But still? Dang, I’m tired.

And dang, I’m half-drowning in the not-yet-done.

STOP.

 

Q for you: I didn’t write last night because I fell asleep at 7:30pm fully clothed. When’s the last time you were that tired?

 

Love,
A

 

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When I just want to workworkwork

Some days, when all I really want to do is work. work. work., what I actually need most is to play.

There’s a very real part of me that feels the need to accomplish.

I’ve wondered if this is a negative thing – a drive to perform or a search for worth.

But I’ve decided it’s not. I feel free of those traps.

I’m an achiever, an activator, a make-it-happen sort of person. And I’m realizing that, by personality, this need to accomplish will never go away. It’s part of who I am.

And it’s not a bad part. It’s good.

I just need to know when to say when and realize that during this season, even though my wiring hasn’t changed, I have to change my expectations of what that looks like.

Because my reality is very much taken over by little boys who need a present mama.

(And that’s a good thing. I love them, so. And I want to be with.)

So on days like today when I want to workworkwork, I find it best to get in the car and gogogo. Get out of the house (and away from the pull of THE LIST) and go play.

As much as I love making things happen and accomplishing, I’m pretty sure I won’t be sending my kids off to school in a few years time thinking I wish I had accomplished more while they were home with me.

I also don’t want to be thinking I wish I had played and enjoyed them more.

It’s a learning process. Old habits die hard, but new ones can–and will–be formed.

And they are. Being formed.

STOP.

 

Q for you: What are you working to prioritize at the moment?

 

Love,
A

 

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Does going to the movies alone make me an introvert?

Are you an introvert? Or an extravert?

This question has always confused me.

I’m not shy.

If there’s a party or something fun happening I’d like to be there. (Please invite me!)

I don’t normally have a hard time making friends.

Usually I’m pretty confortable in social settings.

But also…

Ask me my favorite way to spend a day at my discrepancy?

Alone. Probably a cafe or beach or shopping will be involved. There will be books, perhaps music, a nap, my computer (no internet necessary).

And maybe, maaaaybe a friend.

But probably not. Probably I’ll be on my own.

Does this mean I’m in introvert?

I used to go to the movies alone sometimes, on purpose.

Introvert?

I love hosting parties.

Extrovert?

Anyway, who cares really. It is what it is. I think I’ve written on this before actually, but lately I just keep seeing things online about being introverted so I suppose it’s on my mind a little.

And to be honest? Tonight I just didn’t feel like writing and so decided I would write the first thing that popped into my mind.

So there it is.

Introverted or extraverted, that is the question.

But it doesnt’ really matter, right? At the end of hte day, we all need people… adn we all need to be alone.

STOP.

 

Q for you: Are you an introvert or an extrovert? Does it really matter?

 

Love,
A

 

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