It is Tuesday. Not Monday. Yes, I am aware of that and gave myself enough guilt about it yesterday. However, it is Tuesday and not Wednesday, so that is saying something. Right?
This past weekend included a llloooooooooooooonnnngggggggggg gggg ggggg drive (do I need more g’s to make the point?) to a homeschool conference. The original plan was to leave Thursday morning, with my husband taking two days off work, drop the kids off at my parents, and allowing my husband and I to have a restful weekend away together.
What happened was, and I promise there is a point to this beyond whining:
- my husband’s job moved a meeting to a week and a day which it was not originally planned for
- resulting in us not leaving Thursday morning, but Thursday evening instead.
- I drove, which is not our norm on long trips, because I knew my husband had worked a full day and was tired. (He did drive the last few hours.)
- We met up with my parents several hours past the kids’ bedtime, with the last point making the trip a very hard one along the way.
- By the time we got to our hotel, it was past midnight.
I was able to get about 4 hours of sleep that night, resulting in the realization that my body was not past the point of being stressed.* Yet. I felt icky Friday (tired and nauseous), but had a day of talks ahead of me. Knowing the reason for feelings helped me address them. What it did not do was take away the feelings themselves.
Friday night I slept horribly, being awake from about 3 am – 5 am, then sleeping fitfully for 2 hours. So much for getting a good night’s sleep.
Saturday came, I kept going, knowing that moving, eat small snack throughout the day, and not dwelling would help getting past the physical reactions. This allowed me to figure out if I was actually feeling tired or hungry; I am amazed at how they can feel the same if you are both very tired and very hungry. Taking the edge off really helped.
Saturday night, I had another plan:
- I passed visiting with my husband’s former college roommate (and new baby) in order to rest
- reduced the nauseous feelings
- and ate something high in protein, thereby setting myself up for a solid night sleep.
By Sunday morning I was feeling … better. I could not wait to get home though.
We still had a 7+ hour drive home, including picking up the kids and visiting a bit with my parents.
The drive home was actually one of the best ever with the kids.
We had no electronics – partly planned (no personal devices were packed), partly not (both of the dvd players, our “half-way there” treat, decided not to work). What we did have were books on tape, audio dramas, snacks, and activity bags. We also had kids who were tired from 3 fun filled days at the grandparents.
It was while listening to one of our books on tape, Parables From Nature by Margaret Gatty, that I realized I too have room to learn. Chapter 7, called “Waiting”, is specifically what I am speaking about.
In this chapter, Mole tells the House Crickets that sitting around bemoaning their issues do no good.
Every animal has a purpose. Yours is to wait for the sun to rise. That is what you should be doing. Anticipating the sun rise. Once it goes down, then you find a snug place to stay till it is time to do your job again.
(quote not word for word)
Add that to something my husband shared from learning at the conference, that worry is feeling tomorrow’s emotions today.
I had been bemoaning and worrying, even if I thought perhaps I had not been. This also goes to show why I feel better when I would get up and actually do something, taking my mind of how I was feeling and focusing on something else (walking, birds, gardening, solar lights, garden layouts, starting a garden … you get the idea).
Once we were home, a new board game was set up (Risk: Star Wars edition) and the boys, big and little, played while I tried to create some kind of order out of the chaos which comes from cleaning out the car from a long weekend away.
Monday morning came, I enjoyed a cup of tea on the back deck while listening to the morning birds. My bemoaning and worry began to wash away, reminding me of the purpose and job I have to do right now … not the potential feelings of tomorrow or wonderings of why things for us are not like they are for others.
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*After a while of contemplating, part of me began to wonder if the stress my body was feeling was not only due to being tired and the change of traveling, but also remembering our trip to this conference last year. On that particular trip, we had a foster child with us, one who had not gone on trips with us before and was only a year younger then Jack. It was a lesson for everyone involved. We learned that a larger age gap is needed, due to the emotional needs of our kids, if we ever choose to foster again.
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