You’ve probably noticed that I’ve not posted much recently. Yeah, I decided if I had to choose between taking a nap in the afternoon and blogging then napping would definitely take priority. I’ve reached the post-partum stage called “really, really, really tired”. He’s nearly six weeks now. Physically I feel pretty good, although still some bruising around my belly from the procedure. But the six weeks of broken nights has caught up with me and I’m whacked. First thing in the morning I’ve got a bit of energy so I do as much as I can during that time and then wing it the rest of the day. I’m very glad that my mom has come to visit for a few weeks. She’s staying with friends of ours around the corner, so she arrives most mornings by about 8am, in time for me to have a shower and help get the kids dressed. It also means that if I’m particularly tired I can hand the baby off to her and go lie down. I’m trying not to think about what happens when she leaves!
But yesterday, after getting short with my daughters for the umpteenth time that day, I told myself that I’ve just got to get over it. Yes, I’m tired and for very good reasons, but they still deserve my very best.
May the Lord be evident in me today as I teach my children about Him.