I admit it. I was grumpy last week.
Partly due to sleep deprivation. There was a night earlier in the week when my son wandered the house after midnight. He mumbled and slammed kitchen cupboards.
I got up to investigate.
He grabbed a Snickers and a Gatorade, then headed back to bed.
With me a few steps behind him…
What to do? Should a sleepwalking child be allowed a late night snack? And if not, what was I to do about it? Wrestle it away from my 6 foot—and growing—son? Seriously, he pats the top of my head, when he walks by me these days…
After he settled back in bed and I made sure he didn’t choke, I caught a few more hours sleep. Until The Red Dog woke me. I staggered out of bed at 3am and found him barking his as# off in the middle of the kitchen.
So, I let him outside to go potty. Had to be what he needed…
As I stood at the sliding door waiting for him to come back, I swayed a little—my eyes were closed. I wasn’t awake. At some point, I opened my eyes and struggled to focus. Then I rubbed them.
Surely The Red Dog was NOT making snow angels?
And yet, he was rolling around on his back in the snow with all four feet tossed in the air. His tail thumped against the ground, which sent snow flying into the air around him. He wiggled around happily, as if it were the middle of the day.
He woke me up because he wanted to PLAY in the snow???
If I didn’t love that dog so much, he would be dead.
Like so many others, I’ve been under extreme financial pressure this winter. A number of things have not gone my way–and too many days have been an uphill battle.
So the last thing I needed was my sleep disrupted. I am a single parent with teenagers, looking for a career at 41–or even just a job. My life has changed so drastically in the past several years, it isn’t surprising that I would be out of sorts once in a while.
I am just not used to a bad mood hanging on for more than 10 minutes. Making my ‘grumpy week’ a rare thing. Normally, I can find the positive in difficult situations and make the best of them.
Which made it all the more upsetting that I couldn’t quite to get to that place last week.
And my new thing? I keep waking in the night…biting my nails. In MY SLEEP. Who chews on their nails while asleep? A person who is tense, I guess.
I was already at the end of my rope when I found out that I have ugly feet.
Trust me, there are pieces parts of me that I am NOT a fan of—but my feet? I LIKE my feet. Or at least I did, until last week when the kids, dogs and I were lounging on our huge sectional.
Daughter: Can you cover your feet?
I grabbed a blanket and tossed it over my legs and feet—I was cold anyway.
Daughter: I hate looking at your feet.
Me: Yes I know you hate feet.
Daughter: No, it’s really just YOUR feet I don’t like.
This was news to me…
Me: They do look better when I have a pedicure…
Daughter: No. That almost makes it worse. Calls MORE attention to them…
(The red tootsies above left are mine after a pedicure last summer…)
If my feet ARE ugly, I suppose a pedicure would be a bit like putting lipstick on a pig. It’s still a pig, right?
So now I am financially stretched, looking for a job, trying to parent teenagers, frequently awakened in the night by people and dogs—or by my own nail biting. With feet (which I HAD thought were just fine) that are BIG and UGLY.
If I wasn’t so stretched, I would for sure get a pedicure! Just to see my daughter’s face, when she spotted my toes. And trust me, I wouldn’t put socks on until she saw them. I might even have chosen a glittery polish to really drive her crazy. But that won’t be happening just now…
Which I am okay with. Mainly because my grumpiness disappeared by weeks end. And I had a wonderful weekend.
So, I am looking forward to this week. It will surely be better than last…
One of my favorite people in all the world will be in town for a visit–Aunt Kate. As always, her yellow lab Bailey will travel with her. AND…they are staying at our house.
Baily will likely make herself comfortable on my couch, because that’s what she does.
I don’t expect that which has stressed and frustrated me be worked out overnight. So I am trying to be patient, while things fall into place. Trying to see the humor in it all. And to be grateful for the many, many blessings in my life.
To remember that “This too shall pass.”