“Parenthood is a constant battle between going to bed to catch up on sleep,
or staying awake to finally get some alone time.”
I came across that quote somewhere in the wide, wide interwebs the other day and thought it some of the wiser words ever spoken. I think one of the biggest (and toughest) changes for me in my new found motherhood is not being able to stay up late anymore. I have always been a night owl, and since early in my pregnancy this coach starts turning back into a pumpkin shortly after nine.
Night time used to be my magic time. As a creative person (and the ultimate procrastinator) the wee hours of the morning were where I made it all happen. From editing photo shoots, to painting, to wrapping up the latest quilting project, I could usually be found in the craft room between the hours of eleven and three, with hot cup of tea by my side and the dog curled up asleep at my feet. Nowadays if I’m awake at two in the morning it’s because my little lady needs a feeding. And even then, I’m generally only doing it with one eye open. And this guy? He’s right there with me. Changing diapers, serenading, you name it.
Oh man, I miss my night time (since sleep usually wins) …but, finding scenes like this one on a rainy Saturday afternoon remind me it’s all worth it.