I’m tired. So very tired and copious amounts of coffee or sleep won’t fix it. There’s something about having a 2 month old (a very clingy one at that) to take care of that just wears you down. I thought college had me tired. I took around 20 credits each semester, had two jobs most of my college years, coached a girls’ volleyball team for two years, and ran our campus Cru chapter. Nonetheless, a few years and a baby later, and I am exhausted like I’ve never been before.
Thankfully, I’m becoming more and more rested. I’m beginning to figure the baby out and we’re starting to actually have a schedule that allows me about 2 hours of free time at night before my own bedtime. And last night, the baby slept for 5 straight hours (oh, hallelujah!) Life is slowly starting to make sense again and I’m beginning to feel like my old self again.
Being a mom is worth every bit of exhaustion, sleep deprivation, and physical pain (don’t even mention trying to play volleyball again after baby…owwwww), but sometimes we all need a little help. If it’s offered, take it. It took me two months, but now if someone offers to watch Maggie for a while, I jump on it. Even just a shower or a nap can make me feel like I’m ready to run a marathon. So be patient, mamas. Stay strong and take help when it’s given. You will love yourself for it.
“Come to me, all you who are weary and burdened, and i will give you rest. Matthew 11:28 NIV