Today, my daughter was standing at the foot of the garage, just yelling, “Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey!” on repeat for a few minutes. It was the true realization of Brian Regan’s comedy bit about dogs and their late-night barking. It was awesome. Haha 😀 😛
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So much for having my bed to myself for the start of the night…
God, guide us, please. In your name, I pray. Amen.
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Well, we did better getting home than I had anticipated, and I am grateful. We both seem to be very tired, which is good – for once, we seem to be synched up! Here’s to hoping for a great night’s sleep for both of us! Cheers!
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No, not as hard as the horrible times in that novel by the same name (and which has two separate endings!!! I wrote a research paper all about it in grad school.). But still hard things. Having such high levels of stress on both of us has made interacting hard for my husband and me. We’re both likely overwhelmed by nearly constant high cortisol levels, as well as all the crap that comes with that, physical fitness included. Let alone our general exhaustion from low sleep and high stress all day of every day. So, we’re already struggling. Adapting and facing firsthand how we feel like we’re failing at being the people and the partners and the parents we each want to be is made all the harder by our current situation. So, it sucks. Even still, I think we’ve done better about being nice to one another than we have the past several months. So, improvements, even though we’re nowhere near where we want to be. We are definitely getting better at communicating in general and communicating our needs specifically. Also good.
But I am tired and just want to sleep, all the same… ::big sigh…
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We made it! I had a solid moment of panic when I arrived at security and couldn’t find an important bag. But my brain started working again after a few seconds, and I found it underneath the stroller. The TSA agent told me not to worry and that I was doing better than I thought. And, though it was simple, it was a very meaningful interaction for me.
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It is wild to me how quickly exhaustion can have me go from having a comfortable and calm interaction to yelling and cursing and crying.
And it sucks big time.
God, help us, please. In your name, I pray. Amen.
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How do I improve when my circumstances are not changing anytime soon?
I guess I must find a way to change.
God, guide me clearly, please. In your name, I pray. Amen.
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Please.
Aaaaagggghhhhhhh!!!!!!!
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My mom fusses at me for not going to bed earlier at night. I, of course, would prefer very much to go to bed way earlier and to wake up way earlier each day. However, I am dealing with depression. When I need to be getting ready for bed each day, I both have a need to accomplish something, so my day doesn’t feel like it was a total waste – because I barely could function enough to do anything earlier on, both for my exhaustion and the depression – and a desire for the day not to end, because it feels like I have nothing to look forward to doing tomorrow (aside from being depressed and exhausted and feeling miserable and like a total failure).
My mom thinks depression is merely a conversation. I agree to a degree. However, when my physical needs are not met, that conversation is pretty hard to shift toward reason. I never get the rest I need. I have almost no support of any kind for anything. And I rarely eat enough in a day to constitute ‘eating well’ by anyone’s definition. Most days, I feel like I’m wasting away and that nobody cares.
I know my husband cares. But he can’t do anything to help right now, so that’s that.
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Getting ready for bed just now, I ended up having multiple pretend phone calls with my daughter. She was holding a small temperature gauge and I used my fingers. It was great.
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hannah ananas 