"Shut Up Brain Before I Stab You with a Q-Tip"

I realize that's not a very 'nice' subject line, but it makes me laugh. It's a line I remember from an old Simpsons' episode. In the last couple of days, I've found myself ordering my own brain to quiet down. I think a combination of hormones and exhaustion has made me feel a bit on edge.

Casey and I had a really busy weekend - we're moving forward on buying a house in this area and had a hectic Saturday doing some preliminary house stuff. Then, I've been falling back into the bad habit of staying up too late. I think now that I have Colton, it's more tempting to stay up late since that's my 'me' time. But, it's really not a good idea since tiny breeches' idea of sleeping in is the first crack of morning light.

Last night immediately after I laid the bambino down for bed, he began wailing and kept it up. Viva la resistance! I was not in the mood. It'd been a long day, and I was ready for a little baby-free time. But, he kept on crying. (I think all babies have read the parable of the persistent widow.) Sparing you the details, my sans-Colton time was reduced.

As I crawled into bed, (yes, a little earlier!) I found myself feeling kind of gloomy. I was so tired and began thinking 'poor me' thoughts.

"It's only going to get harder." "I'm never going to get enough sleep." "I'll always be so tired."

Now there may be truth to all of these thoughts, but does that mean they're helpful? Nope. They sure aren't. Yesterday in my quiet time, I remembered the verse: "Do not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will worry about itself. Each day has enough trouble of its own."

Maybe tomorrow will be great, maybe it will be awful. But today's happiness and work, diapers and giggles, sleepiness and hugs are more than enough for my little brain to ponder.

The jist of it is: My brain better be quiet or else . . . here comes the Q-tip!