That was a few weeks ago. Now I wish that I had held my tongue. It seems that when I pridefully broadcast my child’s excellent sleep habits, he reminds me who is in charge.
After that conversation, Manly began waking up at night. Now, he wakes up every 2 hours. Every two hours. It’s pretty draining.
Rest assured, this post is not about sleeplessness. It is about biting my tongue.
At the beginning of this year, I was facing life with two children and practically no other responsibilities. I wasn’t working, I didn’t have a calling, and I was relatively new in my congregation. To sum it all up, I was lonely and not engaged.
I flounder when I’m not busy. I pity myself and complain too much. So, I began to look for opportunities to become busy. First, I began contributing to MMB monthly. Then, I began contributing to Mormon Women. After that, I was called to serve as secretary in my congregation’s Relief Society.
My schedule is once again cluttered. I am almost to the point of looking back and wishing I had held my tongue. Almost.
These new responsibilities are keeping me occupied. I am learning to prioritize my obligations. Yes, this can be rough. On the other hand, I love it. Keeping my mind and spirit actively engaged in good causes helps remind me to treasure my life as a stay-at-home mom. It also keeps me focused on other people rather than partake in my usual bemoaning, self-centered attitude.
I am glad that I took that leap. I have met some wonderful people, made some new friends, and explored different blogs than what I am accustomed to.
Still, I will bite my tongue against any inclination to praise my child’s sleeping habits. And, if I don’t, would you mind giving me a slap on the hand as a reminder? I’d sure appreciate that more than sleepless nights.