My son has been coughing at night. Nothing to be worried about. One of those air-getting-drier coughs that sets in after you've been sleeping for awhile and your throat catches a tickle. Still, I refuse to turn the monitor off, just in case it suddenly worsens. So his coughing has meant some nights of very interrupted sleep this week.
I was really dragging on Monday.
I started Tuesday with three cups of coffee instead of my usual one.
And then I remembered that two years ago this week I had a one-week-old baby. And I jumped when he cried. And I watched him sleep. And I barely slept - both out of amazement at his little life and out of first-time-mom terror. And I wasn't tired.
Tired has a lot to do with sleep. And a lot to do with stress. But it also has a lot to do with where your heart is at. When it's held fast in the right place, I can be pretty run-down and pretty weary but still not tired.
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