It’s winter in Australia right now, and every family I know is battling with the dreaded coughs, colds and germs. Our kids have been playing cough ping pong across the hallway with each other all night.
*cough* *cough* *cough* *cough*
Just as my brain drifts into a tiny sleep: *COUGH*
It’s been bed swapsies all week, with Pebble in my bed next to Daddy and Rocky permanently attached to the breast with me in Pebble’s bed. Anything to get a little shut eye.
Only one thing kept me sane in those small wee, dark hours. Gratitude. As I felt my shoulders tense at each cough, as I was woken again and again, as I started to stress about all that I had to do the next day, I just kept these thoughts running over and over in my mind. And it helped. It helped, oh, so much.
- that my kids aren’t in hospital with worse sickness
- that I have a baby to snuggle
- that my little girl is happy and energetic in the day light hours, even after awful nights
- for flannel sheets
- for breastfeeding
- for bottle feeding
- for easily purchased medicines
- that I can take my children to the doctors or call one out to my house
- that I have a few paid gigs to bring in some extra money for us
- for gas heaters
- for the internet and it’s community to keep me company
- that I have my husband to help tag team it with the coughing kiddos
With each grateful though my shoulders relaxed and my mind drifted more easily into sleep, and I felt peaceful and happy.
Have you tried sprinkling a little gratitude into your day (or night)?