So for the past few weeks I've been sniveling about how I haven't been getting much sleep. I whined to my momma friends. I was grouchy about it with Hubby. I finally ended my pity party and very convincingly told myself that someday these precious kiddos will be grown up, moved out and then I'll miss the energy, activity, and lack of sleep in my life. Well, something miraculous happened. When I stopped complaining and stopped caring about the lack of sleep, Mr. B suddenly began sleeping MUCH better. Like 4-6 hour stretches instead of a mere 1-2 hours at a time. I have re-entered the land of the living and no longer feel like a zombie!
I'd think it was just a coincidence but, oddly enough, the same thing happened when I was dating. I had really stopped thinking about finding a husband and didn't particularly care if I was in a serious relationship because I was very happy with my life. I had a career I enjoyed, wonderful friends, amazing parents, fun pets and I felt very fulfilled. I had done a good job convincing myself that I could be single and happy forever...and then, less than a month later, I met Hubby. So much for life as a single lady!
I'm not sure if this reverse psychology will work again but, heck, why not give it a try? I'm going to decide that I'm very content with the varicose veins on my legs and the wrinkles that are trying ever so hard to take residence on my forehead. I'm going to decide that I love my outie belly button that, despite being five months post-partum and losing all of my baby weight, has yet to go back "in". I'm going to convince myself that I love winter and cold weather. If the varicose veins and wrinkles magically disappear, my belly button goes back in and the snow suddenly melts, I'll let you know. For now, I'm really enjoying this thing they call sleep.