Last week was a terrible, no-good awful week, to put it bluntly. Two weeks ago, on the trail of a cancelled flight, an unexpected turn in the book publishing world, a 2x laptop restore, and a stomach virus that literally knocked me to the floor for 24 hrs, I thought the worst was over.
The stomach bug that took me down decided to hit our family one by one. If you look at the family photo on the right, then you can probably visualize–that’s a lot of puke. Yes, indeed. So for the first few days last week, my best friends were the corner dry cleaner, Clorox wipes and Germ-X.
By Thursday, it seemed everything was back to normal and all affected were healthy once again. My husband and oldest son have the earliest schedules in our family and once they were both on their way to work and school, I decided to lie back down on the bed. Just for a minute, you know. I was flat out bone-weary.
Only a minute turned into 45 and the next thing I knew, I jerked myself awake, looked at the clock, and realized that my daughter and son should be getting on the school bus at this very moment. Sigh.
Like all crazy mothers who know they are dancing with the tardy bell, I flew into high gear and rustled everyone out of bed. Because we missed the bus, I would have to take 4 children to the school, even though only 2 of them were to be there. To make matters a bit more challenging, my special needs daughter’s nurse did not show up on time. My sweet girl Taylor does not like to be rushed. In fact, she won’t be rushed. So I practically carried her 95 pounds down a flight of steps,through the garage door, then down two more steps, and lifted her into the van seat.
The kids made it to school a half hour late and a few minutes later, I sat down to feed Taylor and sip some coffee. I had lost a ton of time and felt extremely behind on the tasks and outlined schedule for the day. Angry at myself for oversleeping, actually for even lying back down on the bed in the first place, I realized I had some choices to make.
Did oversleeping have the right to steal the gift of a new day? Did I want to let oversleeping ruin my attitude for the day? And so I scribbled down this pep talk to myself–5 things to remember if oversleeping happens.
1. Giving grace to myself for my mistakes is just as necessary as giving grace to others for their mistakes.
Everyone makes mistakes. I didn’t deliberately oversleep, so the best thing I could do after the fact was to give a little grace.
2. Wishing I could change the past would only result in forfeiting the present.
Allowing myself to dwell on wondering why on earth I decided to lie back down on the bed would not change the fact that I did it. Rather than waste time on wishing and wondering, I chose to pick up the morning routine, simply a bit later in the day.
3. Realizing the results of the mistake could be worse provided a channel of thankfulness.
Oversleeping on this rare occasion could have resulted in worse circumstances. Being thankful that I woke up when I did was a critical element to moving on for the day. I realized that in spite of the mistake, there were things for which I could be thankful. For example, my children did not have testing scheduled for the morning, so they did not miss any tests. No one saw me at the school in a disheveled state. ha. The self-care skills that I’ve been attempting to instill in my children revealed themselves at a crunch time and I can be thankful for their independence.
4. Spending time with God can happen at any time of day.
So while I didn’t read my Bible and pray at my preferred early morning time, I refused to skip over this very important part of the day and instead, I read while I was feeding Taylor. I believe God loves to have our “ideal” time, but if we don’t have it to give, he still loves spending time with us regardless.
5. Determining to make the best of the current situation is as important as determining not to allow the mistake in the future.
So I knew that lying back down for a few more “moments” of sleep was a bad decision and I didn’t want to allow it to happen again in the future, but I also didn’t want my grumpiness over the mistake to ruin the morning. After feeding Taylor, I cranked up the praise music and ran through the morning routine of household and office chores, as well as caring for my three girls.
While oversleeping felt like a huge failure, the day turned out to be a great one. We somehow landed back on track with the schedule just after lunch and enjoyed a few accomplishments that weren’t planned . I really believe that focusing on what I want to remember if oversleeping happens provided not only a perspective to get through the aftermath of the mistake, but a thought process for other mistakes.
When was the last time you overslept?