Forced Downtime

 

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Counted among the many blessings of having a new baby is the underrated need to do nothing. Literally nothing. When that baby falls asleep in your arms, you are forced to sit and rest. Sure you could set the baby down in the crib or, in my current case, in the kennel, but why miss out on that chance to be still and soak in that sweet baby smell?

Today, I had to sit and be still. Though our nights are already improving–I was only up once to potty Lil’ Bit last night–the sleep deprivation is still there. So, when this little one was ready to nap after his high energy romp in the newly fallen snow, I dried his paws, brushed his coat dry, watched him close his eyes, and quickly fall asleep in my arms. Then came the snores, those grumbling, low throated snores that beckoned me to both giggle and stay put.

With a deep breath in and a long sigh out, I turned off the noise in my head that rattled off the perpetual list of things I should do. I relaxed my muscles and felt my body sink deeper into the chair. And gratefully, I surrendered to the need to be still and rest.

NaBloPoMo 2017

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It’s been a long day. You will probably hear me say that a lot over the next few of months. The first few months with a new puppy are often exhausting, in the same way, the first 20 years raising children is exhausting.

A few weeks back, we had a heavy wet snow that pulled one of our neighbor’s branches down and sent is spearing through my roof and ceiling. Today, I had my roof replaced, which meant that every time I took the puppy out to relieve, there were grand distractions all around. Now, if you’ve ever potty trained a child or a pup, you know that, on a good day,  50 percent of the work is in catching them at the right time and the other 50 percent is spent cleaning up accidents. So, there is a lot of clock-watching, and predicting and, well, exhaustion because you really can’t let your guard down when you are trying potty train a little one. Timing, as they say, is everything.

I tried to sit down and write a few times today, in between potty trips and playtime and feedings. I waited for naptime to really crack down and knock something out. My attempts proved futile each time. I found myself stressing, watching the clock, and worrying about whether or not this would be the day that broke my writing streak. My 5 day, NaBloPoMo 2017 streak.

The clock is a fickle mistress. We all live by her in one way or another, watching the minutes tick away, wishing for more time to use for _____________ (fill in the blank.) Many of us were given an “extra hour” over the weekend. I’d guess the vast majority used it for sleep unless, of course, you have a small child or a pet. Neither can read time and neither cares about time. They just keep going.

Today, despite my fatigue, I told myself, one way or another, I would get a post up. I told myself to stop watching the clock and to just keep going. And, so I did.

NaBloPoMo 2017

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