pay attention

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Today didn't start out very well. I was tired and grumpy. To truly understand why, you have to start the story four years ago when I kissed a full night of sleep goodbye forever. (Okay, maybe not forever.) Throughout this whole mothering thing, I've come to a certain peace with that. But I've also learned that I only have so much in me, and when I'm done, I'm done. Two nights ago, I had that done feeling. It was time to night wean. Elsa is doing okay with it, but as should be expected, the last two nights of sleep have been a little rough.

Naturally, this morning, I was kind of tired and grumpy. The house was a mess. I spilled milk while making breakfast. Our bank account balance seems to be mysteriously missing one of the zeros at the end. I stubbed my toe like three times in an hour. I sent panicked texts to my poor husband at work. "I can't do this. This is too much. I cannot deal. Oh my god."

But then I stopped for a minute, just right there in the middle of my living room, and looked at my children. And I realized something. They are so happy! I have such happy children! As I stomped around the house feeling overwhelmed and frustrated, they were just playing peacefully in their kitchen. When Fiona noticed I was watching her, she said, "Mama! What kind of ice cream do you want?! Chocolate? Or vanilla?! It's your birthday!"

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Thank you, my sweet girls, for reminding me daily. Life is good. I just have to pay attention to what is right in front of me.

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