Wednesday, August 27, 2014

I Love You....Especially When You are Sleeping



This is an old photo from last winter. I had to use this one as my husband has our newer Ipad with current photos. I love how she put her baby doll to bed by her. 

I am writing this at 10:20pm, way past my bedtime. My husband is on a business trip and I should be in bed. Instead, after a bad day (four to be exact), I have a hard time going to bed. I am exhausted. I miss my husband, specifically for hugs and support. It has been a hard week being a single parent, hence the reason I have had no creative energy to post on my blog this week. However, after a bad week I am trying to be postive. My sweetie is coming home tomorrow! I do not have to do this on my own again starting tomorrow!

Part of why I started this blog is because I feel like I have all this creative energy to share. I am amazed at how quickly it can be sapped.  I keep thinking about the people I know that do this by themselves (parenting) everyday and can not stop being amazed.  It humbles me to realize there are stronger people out there, people who can stay happy and healthy without a partner. This may by choice or chance, but they are doing it.

Tonight, before I thought I was going to bed, I checked in our daughter as usual. She was sleeping in her pull-up, no pajamas for this girl. I crawled into bed and snuggled with her. We had had our fourth bad day in a row and I sent her to bed after we had been fighting (again). I had made sure to go in before she fell asleep to make sure we were okay (we have a don't go to bed angry policy in our house). We were, but I think things were a little tense on my end. I still needed a snuggle, even if she was okay and off in dreamland. I always find it amazing how much I love her when she is sleeping. Doesn't every parent?

This is part of what makes our family happy and healthy. Even after a bad day (or four), I like to believe tomorrow will be better. It doesn't mean I may not be cranky tomorrow, or that our daughter and I will not fight (is she four or fourteen?), but at least I like to think it will be better. And at the end of the day, in some way, we will make up.  We will hug and kiss and hope for a better tomorrow. 




  



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