I'm tired. I am bone weary. I am exhausted to the marrow of my bones. I feel like I can barely stand. I've been up since 1:15 this morning. It's a long story. I should start at the beginning.
Yesterday was Family Dinner. I asked Alex to cook because I spent all of yesterday painting and Noah is really fried as well. The first problem is that he showed up nearly an hour and a half late. That's a big hot button for me. I ask them to come over at 4 because that way we eat around 5:30/6 and the kids get to play after dinner before bed. That's a good routine for me. If we vary from that we have a hard time. But Alex usually eats dinner at 10pm. You can see where there is an issue here.
So there is a basic conflict of schedules there. And then you add on that we are all human beings with big quirks and not-so-awesome coping mechanisms. Well, that just leads to trouble. I will say that I grabbed a granola bar when they arrived. By the time it was 7 and we still didn't have dinner I did sit quietly on the floor whining at Yani, but I didn't hurt Alex's feelings. He was trying. He went really far out of his way and comfort zone for me and I need to respect that. I need to love him for how hard he tried, not yell at him for how much he inconvenienced me. That's hard when my stomach is hurting because I am hungry. If I am asking Alex to make dinner maybe I need to assume that my whole family should have a noticeable snack at 3:30. That is probably the right choice for how to solve this. Alex is not going to be able to shift his rhythm to a 5:30 dinner. Maybe some day, but not right now. He has shit of his own. And I need to love him enough to make that accommodation. Because I do love him that much.
Dinner went well though. Once I started eating I was ok. I fell asleep on the couch before they left. heh. I used to do that in high school. I had similar disordered sleeping habits then. This way of sleeping makes me feel on edge and ready to snap all the time. But last night Noah woke me up when he went to bed. Normally that is something I like. I've asked him to do that. But right now I'm having major insomnia issues; if I wake up I can't get back to sleep. Noah woke me up at 1:15. See the problem?
I realized at some point in the night, thanks to medication, that I was done with my mandatory work other than packing. I have a whole bunch of things I want to do, but if they don't get done it's not the end of the world. If I want I can sit on the couch all day and play with my kids while watching movies. See, this is my privilege. I am this lucky. I can do this today. I'm not up for dealing with the world today.
So I decided that instead of acting like a martyr I would look at the needs of my family members. Noah is also struggling with sleep issues because of stress. I yelled at him a lot in the middle of the night because he woke me up and disrupted my sleep. But he was trying so hard to be kind. That's how things have been around here lately. Because I'm brittle and snippy.
I thought about this for hours and I decided that the right decision was to let Noah sleep as late as he was able to given work constraints and treat that like personal time. He's bloody well entitled to time off. I decided by fiat that he should have some today in the form of sleep. That's what I can provide to him to relieve the pressure on him. And my pressure just dramatically lifted.
That's how you learn to marathon, right? And I needed to get so tired that I can't be frantic right now if I want to. Maybe if my house was on fire. Maybe. :)