My bed is calling to me right now. Choo-choo kept me up for two and a half hours in the middle of the night. No matter how many times I rocked him, sang to him, cuddled with him, and gave him hugs and kisses, he just wouldn’t lie in his bed for longer than ten or so minutes without yelling for me again.
I was angry and frustrated about it. I mean, come on. He deprived me of nearly three hours of desperately needed sleep.
Then I started to think. Continue reading “Late night revelation”
So, I told you yesterday about my fun-filled day with Choo-choo. I thought for sure that since we had such a great day, we would naturally have a great night, too.
No such luck.
Yep. We had another long night. Choo-choo woke up and called to me 15 times throughout the night, from midnight to just after 6 AM. I’m not even kidding. I wish I were.
The thing about long, sleepless nights while battling depression is that no sleep equals no peace of mind. Continue reading “Being mindful of my attitudes”