This fall, I came to terms with just how much fatigue affects every choice I make and everything I do. All I want for Christmas this year is to finally remember to always prioritize restoration. By my third child, I discovered that it takes a solid seven-years-a-kid to train the little buggers to say “please” and “thank you” without having to remind them. (And, I’m guessing it takes over sixteen years to get them to put their shoes in the bin, because we still haven’t mastered that trick.) Like my children, there are certain lessons that I need to be reminded of again and again. 

God bless the people who tirelessly care for others with a smile on their face. Not me. I get pissy when I’m running around while the rest of the ding-dongs spend their time squabbling and crapping up my living room. It’s just a huge resentment minefield waiting for detonation. However, when I get enough rest, it profoundly impacts my sensibilities about my life, myself, and the people around me.
Fatigue can be physical exhaustion, but I’m equally affected by mental exhaustion. When I prioritize quiet, my entire perspective on my life, myself, and those disobeying ding-dongs transforms. I’m able to connect to gratitude, be at peace with myself, and bask in the blessings of this fleeting time with those precious little people.

Soaking in my life and the people I love most feels like the best Christmas gift a gal could ask for. Please Santa, do you think we can make this happen? Thank you.

If you’d like to read about what I’ve asked Kris for in the past, click on these previous Christmas posts:
All I Want for Christmas 2018
All I Want for Christmas 2017