But have you ever been around a toddler on steroids? WOW! It was nearly three hours past bedtime and guess strolled into the living room, wide awake?
When Mary took Gracie to the doctor for a nasty case of the crud, he prescribed an antibiotic and breathing treatments, aka steroids.
Saturday morning Baby Sister got up looking and acting pretty rough. No prob; we'll go ahead and do the morning breathing treatment. Ten minutes of the good stuff and uninterrupted Mickey Mouse work wonders. Girl was feeling no pain and wound for sound. I think she ran a rut in the hallway carpet!
And then she crashed.
Hmmm? Sounds familiar. It was the last day of school before Christmas break. I was making those lists and checking them twice before I even got out of bed. I was focused on getting to school early so I could pack up for break. That meant no quiet time to start my day.
I intentionally got up early the next morning to make sure I had the most meaningful moments of my day. Good grief, I can't even tell you where the time went before a toddler and her older sister came traipsing in. So much for quiet time, again.
In the busyness of the day I continued child-centered and task-oriented. Two days without quiet time and still going strong. At least until nap time. And then I crashed.
That's how it seems to go during the holiday season for me. It's just not wise for me to skip my oatmeal or my quiet time. (Ok, confession time: that's pretty much how it goes for me year round.) What about you?
My cat, Maisie, and I have a routine this time of year. I turn off all but the holiday lighting, turn on soft holiday music, and light a scented candle. Then Maisie and I kick back in the La-Z-Boy with our blankie and just breathe. (Well, I just breathe. She purrs, rather loudly, and that's okay, too.)
Wherever you are in the holiday celebrations, I hope you take a little special respite. In case you're like our turbo toddler and me, and crash, I pray it's into the arms of someone who loves you dearly.