Must.Get.Sleep

Have you ever been so tired that you can't sleep? I have. And I am.

I realize I'm never going to get good, wholesome, consistent sleep again until my youngest is grown and out of the house, and even then I'm sure I'll still have some sleepless nights thinking and worrying about them all. For now, I make the most of it and simply have days where I'm completely delirious from lack of sleep. I'm pretty sure I pass a bit of my delirium on to the kids and we end up laughing uncontrollably about the silliest things. Yesterday was one of those days. Though today I'm just as tired.

We took the chaos of running on fumes outside and walked across the street to our neighborhood park.

Owen got to show me how to properly cross a street, "See Mom?! You look this way (turns head), then this way (turns head the other way), then this way again."

And Ari showed off her moves that make my heart skip a beat, like climbing to the top of the highest, most dangerous piece of playground equipment she could find (even ones not meant to be climbed on). 

Ethan held the little ones hostage in the air by being on the lower end of the teeter-totter. And I got a second wind that lasted me long enough to make it through dinner and bath time without heavy eyes. 

Once story time came and went and it was lights out, I flopped down on the bed to give my body the rest that it had been begging me for all day, but I didn't get to sleep 'til midnight -  that's better than some nights I guess. 

I'd like to sleep at least 10 hours a day, but then I wouldn't have time for living. So I'll take my 4 to 7 hours a night and keep on keepin' on - delirium and all.