Here it is, 3am and I'm wide awake. Shaney has screamed the majority of the night, but he's finally resting comfortably with the help of Tylenol. He's too little to tell me what's wrong, so I have to guess. Is it a tooth coming in? Did his ear infection not clear up with two rounds of IV antibiotics? Is it his belly? Is he having night terrors? It was his "pain cry," so I was able to eliminate night terrors from the list. He wasn't arching his back like he does when his belly hurts, so I crossed that one off the list too. So it's either tooth pain or an ear infection, both of which the pain can be eased with Tylenol, so I dosed him. And he's finally sleeping comfortably.
Now maybe I should get some sleep too. Most days I roll out of bed, brush my teeth, throw on my scrubs, grab my decaf coffee and some water, and head out the door to work. It amazes me how ugly I am willing to look at work but I've also learned a valuable lesson from doing so. Hear me out on this one before you start criticizing my wording. I know I'm not an ugly person. But I feel more like myself when I put on a little makeup and wear nicer clothes. I never leave the house without putting myself together...except to go to work. Why is that you ask? Because I'm exhausted! I'm a momma to a little dude who fights sleep. I'm a business owner who stays up fulfilling Etsy shop orders. I'm a wife who enjoys alone time with her hubby after the kiddo falls asleep. I'm a FASTer Way coach who responds to her clients before bed. So getting up early enough to put on makeup and fix my hair rarely happens because I'm trying to squeeze in at least 6 hours of sleep each night. I walk into work each morning looking like a zombie. The only difference is I walk a little faster! Maybe I'm comfortable doing this because of the nature of my job. I'm a psych nurse (we'll do a separate post about this in the near future). I take care of people who have hit rock bottom. I look like a zombie, but I'm a zombie who smiles with empathy and compassion. My patients don't care about my outward appearance. They care about how I treat them. And it's this right here my friends, this is the lesson I have learned about stepping out of the house looking "ugly." People aren't going to remember you didn't have on makeup or you looked exhausted. They're going to remember how you made them feel. And I always make it a point to make everyone feel like they're not alone and that they're cared about.
Maybe we can all take a lesson from this. I know it has definitely put things in perspective for me. Now I'm going to drift off into sleep land!