felici
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I reckon I had a little win last night.
I was about tripping from wanting sleep. That's two days in a row and both days included binges. Inside the bigger picture, I'm not stressing about these binges, but I don't want them. So I amended my tentative thought that maybe it would be enough to work on anxiety and if I did well enough with that, I could fiddle the sleep a bit. Handle it, yanno. Anyway, turns out I was way overestimating my progress, and headed for high stress regardless. I needed everything set up for that, no mucking about.
So last night, reasonably enough, I decide on an early night. These things are relative, especially when my bedroom temperature feels like it's in the high 90's and probably is. So at 5 minutes to midnight I'm trying to read myself back to sleep, wet from a shower and under a fan, when my son arrives. He throws himself across the end of the bed, feet and head don't fit on - that's how big he is these days - but he wants my help.
I totally have that sinking feeling. Yanno, that vision of a slope opening up, sliding away to where you shouldn't be. He's tried to make a change to his computer and totally lost the internet. I don't even want to talk about it, but I do. Then we have the conflict, he wants me to come and look at it, and I can imagine getting hooked in and feeling like I don't even want to leave it until it's sorted out, because computer problems are one of my stress buttons. Many times in the past, I've tried to remove the stress by fixing the problem. I'm not that knowledgeable though and they've caused some all nighters. Logically - they do not need to be one of my buttons any more, but there's an old emotional loop waiting to pull me in.
Boy wanting what I don't want to give him - well that's still a big button, which I might never be over, because he doesn't give up easy and I don't even know that I want him to be someone who gives up easy. However, I want him to put that effort more into what he does himself and less into persuading me to do what I hadn't expected. Cos, yanno, I am the mum and I have to feel okay about putting aside other plans I have to meet the kids' needs when they're needs. Only, NOT at midnight and not when they're wants. So I resisted. It still woke me up big time, partly for the computer issue and partly for the argument, but I was asleep within an hour and I count my small victories. (EDIT: When I woke up in the morning he had used one of my tips and his persistence and fixed it himself. Whew! No need to go there today.
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Still, holidays or not, I'm going to have to get to bed earlier.
I was about tripping from wanting sleep. That's two days in a row and both days included binges. Inside the bigger picture, I'm not stressing about these binges, but I don't want them. So I amended my tentative thought that maybe it would be enough to work on anxiety and if I did well enough with that, I could fiddle the sleep a bit. Handle it, yanno. Anyway, turns out I was way overestimating my progress, and headed for high stress regardless. I needed everything set up for that, no mucking about.
So last night, reasonably enough, I decide on an early night. These things are relative, especially when my bedroom temperature feels like it's in the high 90's and probably is. So at 5 minutes to midnight I'm trying to read myself back to sleep, wet from a shower and under a fan, when my son arrives. He throws himself across the end of the bed, feet and head don't fit on - that's how big he is these days - but he wants my help.
I totally have that sinking feeling. Yanno, that vision of a slope opening up, sliding away to where you shouldn't be. He's tried to make a change to his computer and totally lost the internet. I don't even want to talk about it, but I do. Then we have the conflict, he wants me to come and look at it, and I can imagine getting hooked in and feeling like I don't even want to leave it until it's sorted out, because computer problems are one of my stress buttons. Many times in the past, I've tried to remove the stress by fixing the problem. I'm not that knowledgeable though and they've caused some all nighters. Logically - they do not need to be one of my buttons any more, but there's an old emotional loop waiting to pull me in.
Boy wanting what I don't want to give him - well that's still a big button, which I might never be over, because he doesn't give up easy and I don't even know that I want him to be someone who gives up easy. However, I want him to put that effort more into what he does himself and less into persuading me to do what I hadn't expected. Cos, yanno, I am the mum and I have to feel okay about putting aside other plans I have to meet the kids' needs when they're needs. Only, NOT at midnight and not when they're wants. So I resisted. It still woke me up big time, partly for the computer issue and partly for the argument, but I was asleep within an hour and I count my small victories. (EDIT: When I woke up in the morning he had used one of my tips and his persistence and fixed it himself. Whew! No need to go there today.
Still, holidays or not, I'm going to have to get to bed earlier.
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