As I wrote yesterday, Tuesday was a great day for Henry. He did a great job going from one thing to another, which is something that can often be overwhelming to him. While Erin and I marveled at how well he did, we did also acknowledge the fact that doing so well during the day might mean a rough night.
And indeed, that turned out to be the case. He was exhausted, but had really fitful and restless sleep and eventually I wound up in bed with him. Neither of us got a lot of sleep, so I was dragging pretty bad on Wednesday.
Exhausted, I still managed to at least slog through work the best I could. I had a telehealth therapy session in the afternoon (something I do regularly, and something I highly recommend everyone do) and one thing the therapist said that stuck with me is that sometimes we have to give ourselves permission to not be OK.
And indeed, there is a lot that isn’t OK in the wider world right now, so I doubt I’m the only one feeling distracted, stressed and troubled. It did help to take a moment to stand back and recognize that I’m not alone in that and it’s OK to have days where we feel tired, anxious, stressed or scared. That doesn’t mean the next day can’t be something else entirely.
So in a state of subdued zen, I made my way through the rest of the day. Amelia was clearly feeling more inspired than I was, and as she had promised the day before, she rebuilt the dining room fort she had constructed, this one even more impressive with even more parts.
I called it a pretty early night and knocked out pretty hard, getting some rest in hopes the next day I’d gain a little stride back and start building cool forts of my own.
