Ryan and I have always had a joke about the whole "five love languages" thing. Good ole' Gary failed to list my love language in his list. My love language is sleep. I just love sleep! I may even remember my roommate from college telling me that she wasn't sure I would make it in the real world because I liked naps too much. *Grin*
I survived the grown-up world just fine without naps, but Ryan had to check if I was still alive on more than one Sunday afternoon siesta. In my family, we don't just nap. We go into a full comatose state. My mom and I were laughing about the difference in the way she and I nap and the way Ryan naps. Ryan (and his mom) can close their eyes for 20 minutes and then pop right up and be ready to go. Twenty minutes just makes me angry. If I don't wake up with lines on my face, then it hasn't been a sufficient nap.
And all God's people said... Amen.
All of the above information makes it even more hilarious that not a one of my children slept through the night before 8 months old and sweet little Isaac didn't sleep all night until he was FOURTEEN months old. That's a whole lot of sleep that I missed out on. Not to mention, Eva wasn't a good napper. And Isaac pretty much cried for the first 6 months of his life. (Eli, ironically enough, was my easiest baby.)
Add in two rambunctious boys just 17 months apart, one sweet boy with some significant sensory issues and developmental delays (i.e. he requires lots of energy to parent!), and a husband who has been working a lot lately including the entire weekend and you have one very tired mama.
So when Ryan suggested that I check into a hotel on Sunday night for 14 hours of uninterrupted rest, solitude, and sleep, I packed a bag! We made it fun for everyone, by taking the kids to swim for a bit and then daddy brought them home and put them to bed while I settled into the silence.
I had every intention of reading a book, putting on a mask, painting my toenails, etc. But I was so exhausted that I watched part of a movie and fell asleep at 9:30. How exciting am I?! I don't even care that it sounds boring because I loved EVERY. SINGLE. SECOND! It was fabulous. I felt so refreshed on Monday morning when I rolled out of bed at 8 am. Yes, you read that right. Ten and a half hours of sleep.
I'm so glad my husband speaks my love language to me. I'm pretty lucky.
3 comments:
Now this is one of the sweetest things I have ever read!!!! And you encourage me so much Haley!! On my next blog post, I talked about how I'm worried about being able to balance life & a baby... but you just showed me that you are a real person and you are a great mom too! Thank you!!! (I hope this makes sense to you, but it helped me!! lol)
Awe, Courtney, this whole mom thing is way harder than I ever thought it would be. You will do great! I'm glad I could encourage you. I really hope that I'm not putting on the mask of super-mom, because I am anything but.
I love everything about this post!! :) You are an amazing mom-- and every now and then you have to take a break and be refreshed in order to keep going! :) Ryan is such a good husband and dad to give you that time!
Love you Lee Sis! :)
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