What gets you through times that take everything you’ve got?

Today's post written by Chrysula Winegar
My baby son is sobbing in the next room. I’ve been rocking and shushing and singing and patting for over three hours. During the day, he’s charming, happy, his joyous little self. And every night for the past two weeks, around 1am, it begins.
I am at my wits end. He’s nine months old and has never yet slept through a whole night. My eldest daughter was like this. It took her until she was 20 months before I got more than a three-hour stretch. I’ve either been pregnant or had a night-waking infant ever since. So basically I haven’t slept for 7 years. You name it, with one of my kids I’ve tried it, so you can spare me the theories. I’ve tried very single solitary last approach.
There is no balance in seasons like these. There is no give and take, no ebb and flow. It doesn’t matter how many hours I was up with my child the next day. That client proposal still has to get out the door to win business. And then the business must be executed with creativity, exceptional service and focus. Simultaneously the other children’s needs must be met. Some basic home management and meals are required. Oh, and that person I love more than life itself – acknowledging his existence is always a good step. You know the list.
I happened upon Sarah Robinson’s blog, Maverick Mom this week where she writes about expecting the unexpected . As she headed into her day after a night much like mine, in the attempt to manage it all, she asks herself “What will make my life taste the sweetest today?” She makes her choices for those coming hours based on deep self-knowledge of her values and purpose, and acts accordingly.
I don’t always have that presence of mind in my exhaustion. By evening of the following day, I am cranky and grumpy and capable of a tantrum that would make any 3 yr old proud. But I do try to figure out what’s the most important thing I can accomplish that day, what matters the most. Sometimes it has to be the proposal. Sometimes it’s snuggles and stories and a movie in PJs. Sometimes it’s all of those things woven in and out of each other. There might not be much of a sense of balance. But there can be flow.
And here’s where I am grateful for a flexible professional life. Mother, blogger and flex-work recruiter Leanne Chase is keeping a list, and here’s mine for today. When this ends (and it always does), I can crash for an hour or two, and start over. Maybe even take a nap later (on those rare days I can engineer it).
How many times have you thought over and over in the midst of a crisis, “I can’t do this, I can’t do this” only to wake up the next morning or regroup at the end of a hard day having “done it”. Somehow you found the strength and maybe even noticed a little sweetness along the way.
My son is resting now. I stopped writing a couple paragraphs ago and had one more shot at holding him tight and doing my best to soothe whatever he’s struggling with. The break was good for both of us.
I am wondering. What gets you through the days (nights) that take everything you’ve got? How do you regroup, start over and find your flow?
Love to the moon and back
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