Good morning, darling. Happy Thursday. It’s 2 AM here. And I haven’t been able to sleep for the last two hours. So, I thought I might’s well come down and have a chat with you.
Although I did get three hours of sleep, importantly in a row, between 9 and midnight, so I know I will be able to function tomorrow. If I can manage another couple of hours of sleep tonight, I’ll even be able to make those fresh, hot, homemade pancakes for the kids in the morning the way I’m planning to (overnight business trip starting tomorrow morning, I try to do a little extra Mommying before I leave).
See, I’m still worried about Bring Clean Water to the Village Mission Trip Kid. We were able to have a brief conversation via satellite phone Tuesday night, which made me, if anything, even more proud of him, and also increased my worry.
We’ve all had nights like this, yeah? Like the night before (or after) the corporate restructuring (with downsizing) is announced. Or the night after you learn your husband is losing his job. The day after you learn about the diagnosis. The night in the hospital, watching your little one try to breathe.
This is part of it, these nights. Part of life.
My boss, whom I adore, texted me fifteen minutes before a planned phone conference today — she was in the ER and couldn’t’ talk. Something about inability to move muscles and blood where it shouldn’t be.
And then, for the rest of the afternoon, our team proceeded to get cheery and crisp emails from her – from the hospital, no less, unbeknownst to the rest of the team. To my knowledge, I was the only one she had told of the significant personal crisis she was juggling. But, in spite of her crisis, there she was, going on, and going on at her usual high level of competence.
We amaze me.
And one of my new mommy colleagues, in a conversation early yesterday, confided with a wry smile that she had been up most of the night with her son. He’s just six months old and she’s been back to work for just four of those months. She said that she knew she was going to regret the lack of sleep, but the time rocking him after nursing was just too sweet. She looked fabulous. I never would have known she was going on about five total hours of very broken sleep.
Seriously, we are amazing. The stuff we juggle, mommies, and still show up to work the next day pressed and lip-glossed and smiling.
Mommy Super Powers.
And tomorrow, I will still be worried about my kid. And I will be sleep deprived. And, in spite of it all, I will be smiling and doing my usual thing. I will cook for my little ones, who still need a full dose of mommy before they head off to school and before I leave town. I will head to the job that I do enjoy most days, but tomorrow I will head there because I need to keep that job. Mortgage you know. I will kiss my husband goodbye and tell him he is wonderful.
How about you, girl? How is your night? Your morning? You Mommy Super Powers?
Hopefully, you are having a simpler day than this Working Mommy. Bless you and good for you if you are. Maybe you’re sitting on your sofa this early AM just like me, trying to figure out this, that or the other thing. If so, bless you, and hang in there girl.
Life is a journey.
And sometimes they’s bumps on this here road.