As a mom, I am faced with choices every single day that I never thought I would be faced with before becoming a mother. One of the questions that comes up almost on a daily basis is whether or not to sleep once the baby goes to bed for the night (or so I hope).
Before Livie, I had a lot of “me” time. In fact, sometimes I look back and wonder what the hell I was doing with my time. But as any mom can attest to, “me” time is so precious now. But it is also so necessary to my survival and sanity!
You see, unless I create “me” time, it just won’t happen. However, when I make it happen, it comes at the expense of something else. For example, generally, after Livie goes to sleep, I clean up the hurricane of toys that ripped through my house, tackle the mountain of dishes waiting for me in the kitchen sink, throw a few loads of laundry on, meal prep, take a quick shower (no, I don’t consider basic personal hygiene “me” time), pay bills, etc., etc. You know, handle whatever thrilling chores need to be taken care of. Once that’s done, I usually hit the sack because I just never know what kind of night or day lies ahead and need to be in tip top shape to handle what life will throw at me the next day.
So the only way to get me time is to sacrifice sleep. Precious sleep. And therein lies question: to sleep or not to sleep? It is not an easy choice to make given that my baseline feeling as a mom is tired.
Last night I chose to have some “me” time. I spent some time working on my blog, I took a nice, long shower, and read a book. And let me tell you, it felt great!
But as I am drinking my cold coffee this morning (I actually don’t remember the last time I finished a coffee while it was still warm), I am wondering what the hell I was thinking. Tired as hell. But well worth it nevertheless.
If I’m lucky, maybe I’ll be able to sneak in a nap with Livie today. Or maybe I’ll just have to increase my caffeine dosage for the day. Who knows?