Quiet

Peace and quiet fill my home. Both of my blessing are tucked into bed and quiet- one is sleeping already. My husband is relaxing outside in the hot tub. Dishes are done, a load of laundry is washing in the machine.
I'm sitting here relishing in the peace. I've learned to appreciate quiet much more since becoming a mother. Don't get me wrong, I love my children. But sometimes it's so nice to just be and not be needed or wanted, to recuperate.
When these times come, I regroup. I'm a much calmer wife and mother. This is so important for me right now. I'm having a hard time these past few days being calm and sane.
Normally an even keeled woman, these mid to late pregnancy hormones combined with 4 nights of very interrupted sleep have thrown me for a loop.
My poor children, Lucas in particular, bore the brunt of that yesterday. The phone not working properly- frustrating Internet!- when I HAD the need to air my grumpies to my mom was the last straw.
It took every ounce of my strength to not hurl the phone down. Instead I burst into tears and ran sobbing to my room, flinging myself on the bed. Rick came and let me just cry on his shoulder.
Poor Lucas, attempted to come in too. I shouted at him to get out. That is so out of character for me to talk to any of my children like that. He then burst into tears. Daddy went out to comfort him and let me regroup for awhile.
Today is better.
What is the purpose of this posting? I'm not really sure. I suppose it's more of a journal entry than a normal post. I'm going to go and tuck my tired body into bed.
Wishing you all a restful night.