It’s been a rough couple of months on this end. Right now, we’re all just trying to survive. I hope it turns around soon because I’d really like to just enjoy Christmas instead of being super stressed about life, but we’ll see how things play out.
In a nutshell, Nate and I have both gotten sick and gotten better from colds, plus we both have several projects for our side business we’re trying to finish before Christmas comes. Nate is also taking an online course this week that runs from 8AM to 8PM all five working days, so that’s turning out to be not so fun. It’s been rough for the kids because they know he’s home and in his office and they really want to see him, but he can’t come out all that often, and it makes them sad and upset. Michael got WAY too overstimulated between Thanksgiving and his birthday and really slipped away from us. He’s going through some crazy emotional cycles, stimming lots more, craving loads of sensory input, and wandering around the house listlessly and moaning. He doesn’t want to do anything but watch TV, and he falls apart at the drop of a hat. He screamed for 20 minutes last night because we couldn’t find his flashlight (don’t mess with the bed time routine, am I right, folks?). William’s so cranky from teething that he can’t be set down for more than a few minutes at a time and he cries almost constantly. Gabriel’s really feeling like the middle child from all this and has been acting out for his share of attention, and to top it all off, Michael’s insomnia came back, and he’s been sure to wake up Gabriel in the middle of the night when he feels like playing.
So everyone’s got a thing right now. I’m really trying hard not to complain and just plow through, but it’s getting hard. It’s mostly the sleep deprivation that I can’t handle. I am at such a crazy level of exhaustion that I slept in the car in the school parking lot yesterday while waiting for Michael to have his therapy session. I’m really trying hard to remember all these things God has been teaching me lately. I’m trying hard to pray and not fall apart. It’s a rough patch, and I get that we all go through them and it can’t last forever. I know this is my boot camp for practicing peace and patience, but lately my stomach starts to hurt every time I hear one of my kids cry. If God’s using this time to prepare me for something in my future, that something is going to be a doozy! 🙂
Right now, it’s all about prayer and survival. I’m sure later on, I’ll be able to look back and figure out how we made it through and see the hand of God providing what we need, but as for this moment it’s all hands on deck while we weather the storm. If you think of us, please pray for us, and if I miss a post here or there, I probably fell asleep holding a baby somewhere.