By the end of last week, I was starting to spiral down into a pretty bad funk.
A funky funk. An angry, tired, oh-so-tired, funk. Something about sleep deprivation makes my outlook pessimistic, makes my problem-solving skills disappear. My brain is no longer plastic and flexible, unable to try new ways to tackle challenges. It’s like I switch into an autopilot mode, skating along with rote responses to novel issues.
It’s not the best mindset for tackling the challenges of life with a little baby.
This weekend I tried my best to recharge.
I wasn’t successful getting any more sleep (boo…Henry seems to be sleeping a bit worse lately) but I managed to get to my first class at the gym since the baby was born. Endorphins, real sweat. Then I did another day of weights. Two days in a row of the gym.
This was a big deal for my mental health.
It also got me thinking…thinking about finding some can-do attitude underneath my black or white/sky is falling thinking. Trying to come up with some creative approaches to finding and maintaining some sanity and happiness over this long winter to come.
I came home from the gym and posted on Facebook, asking if any mommy friends want to set up a standing babysitting trade.
I can’t “fix” the baby’s sleeping now. But I can control my reaction, adjust my expectations, find little solutions to make life more bearable. Because me on no sleep + being stuck at home + no exercise = an ugly Mommy. I gotta do what I can do to change one variable in that equation.