I hope I didn't impress anyone with my moment of silence. Because what I should have added was: I'm losing my mind and I'm taking this moment to chuck my twins into part-time daycare.
Here's why: I got hit by an absolute tsunami of exhaustion. Maybe it was Barf Week, maybe it was baseball season. Maybe it was, you know, toddler twins + 3 older kids.
Anyway, the choice was: physical breakdown or daycare? I'll take SANITY for 200, Alex.
Oh, my. Daycare is the best thing that's happened to me since the Rapture didn't happen in 1988.
For one thing, I can pee without toddlers barging in and demanding to know why "MOMMY GO POTTY ON DA TOY-YET?" For secondly, I can get a few things done without having to wait until the twins are napping. For thirds, I can actually take my own nap.
Can you imagine such freedom? It boggles the mind.
But what's weird is, it's taking forever to feel better. And by forever I mean: a whole week. I mean, I thought I'd be feeling great by now but I'm not. Apparently, I've been running on empty for quite awhile.
You can only do that for so long before your body whacks you over the head with exhaustion and says: You cannot live on fumes alone. Get help.
So, here I am practicing the ancient art of listening to my body (what the heck is that gurgling sound??) and getting help.
I also told my mother about my epiphanies.
"Mother," I said, "I've shamed our heritage. Your grandchildren are being raised by the hired help. Also? I'm not homeschooling."
My mother folded her arms over her chest, fixed me with a penetrating stare and said, "Well, good for you, sweetheart!"
I just about fell over because the world stopped spinning on its axis. My mother supports my sanity and she doesn't think I'm being selfish.
Why does that surprise me? Only because I am my own harshest critic. I brace myself for condemnation from others and instead, I get grace. It's scandalous, really. The people I love are kinder to me than I am to myself. They see how hard I work and they're telling me to give myself a break.
So, OK. I will. Part of this means examining some bad habits like my tendency to over-commit, flounder, cancel, feel better and then over-commit again. This needs to stop (thank you, Boundaries book).
It also means I've come up with this list of brilliant insights (ARE YOU TAKING NOTES?):
- I have to take care of myself because,
- Nobody else is gonna take care of me, but
- If I don't take care of myself, then
- Other people will have to and that's just
- Not fair.
So, there. Now, back to bed. By my calculations, I've been sleep deprived for at least 10 years.


