Sleepless in the Spooner house...

The radio is blaring, or maybe it is a siren, I can't tell. I painstaikingly claw my way to consciousness, only to discover that it is Caleb's screaming and headbanging (yes, I said headbanging) that woke me. Laying in bed, I toss and turn, going through the "great debate" of what to do. Is he teething? Did he have a bad dream? Should I let him cry? What if he wakes Selah? Should I give him medicine? And on and on it goes. Finally deciding on a course of action, I crawl out of the warmth of my bed to confront this little powerhouse of a boy, my boy. Oy vey. From 12am-2am I drag myself out of bed no less than 20 times. Back and forth, back and forth. Only to have it start again at 6am when the motrin wears off. This pretty much describes my WEEK. One night, selah will sleep through it all, other nights it wakes her up. Take last night for example. Starting to get the picture of this whole "teething" thing. As soon as he woke up, I gave him motrin and took him to bed with me. After about 20 minutes (just long enough for the medicine to catch) I toted him back off to bed, and it worked!!!!! For a while anyways. He fell back asleep, selah woke up, I fed her and got her back to sleep, and.... you guessed it! Caleb woke up! A game of ping pong, in which I was forced to run from one end of the table to the other, this resulting in NO sleep at all. After a week of this, I feel worse than I did after Selah was born. And I thought the molars were bad! My son was joyfully awake and ready for the day at 5am, and no, he did not go back to bed (I even caved and gave him food in his bed, just to get a few more minutes of sleep). So here, I sit, awake half the night and up since 5, downing coffee as though my life depended on it. And yet, as I got Selah up for the day, I walked her out to where her brother was chowing down in his chair, explaining, "Yes, that's your brother. Brother was up half the night screaming like a maniac!" Of course, I say all of this in a sing song voice, and my adorable little son looks at her with his fake little grin on his face and nods his head dramatically... "yaaa selah, yaaa!" Oh my gosh, how can I be mad?????

So, choosing to take on an air of indifference to the nights in the Spooner Household, I am instead assaulted by the trials of the day. Spilling coffee all over, tripping on the mat, dropping food on the floor... yes, that's right, it is going to be another "one of those days". God help me. Literally.

Mental Recall

The Holidays... a time for rest and relaxation; fellowship with family and friends. A mental marker, if you will, of the passage of time. This marks our third Christmas as a married couple, our second with children, our first with Selah. It was mind boggling to watch our son, who was little more than a cheery presence last year, rip open gifts with the tenacity of a one-year-old. Screaming outrageously when our attentions were not focused on him, and participating in the festivities for the first time. My thoughts are so scattered right now, I hardly know where to begin. We spent Christmas alone this year, and I must admit, it was a very liberating experience. No people to visit, nothing pressing to do, just waking up and being together as a family. Forging our own traditions and making our own memories. Shortly after Christmas, we had Jonathan's brother and sister-in-law come out for almost a week. And I am more determined and excited than ever to move and be closer to the family that we hold so dear. For the first time in a long time, I had someone to visit with. The kids were happily occupied as they were busy observing their cousins theatrics! Everything was less of a chore and more of a opportunity to catch up, and watching them leave I was almost lost in a feeling of emptiness. Waking up in the morning was no longer as enjoyable, as I was greeted by the screeches of my boy as he adamantly proclaimed his needs and desires. There is no longer a pressing reason to clean my house, or even get dressed in the morning, other than my own sense of accomplishment and obligation. And as I sat there, feeling sorry for myself, I was struck anew by the realization that this is life. And the challenge is not living it day-by-day, rather it is in finding joy and satisfaction in the little things. And so it was, that I bathed my kids last night, side-by-side for the first time. And watched in wonder and sheer awe as Caleb crawled from his big bath, to sit with Selah in the baby bath. He helped wash her hair, give her his toys, and play with her feet as he has seen me do time and time again. And watching her grin at her big brother in complete adoration, I thought "this is it". This is the reason I get up in the morning. It doesn't matter if I do it alone, I do it for them. And I reap so much in the process!

So am I lonely and missing my family? Yes. But I persevere in the knowledge that one day I will be closer. Until then, I find fulfillment in the job that God has given me to do... and am rewarded by a smile or a kiss, or better yet... my children smiling and kissing each other. What more could I ask for????

Happy Holidays!