Mr. Sandman Send Me Some Sleep!

I am so tired. SO unbelievably tired. My little rani has been sleeping like a one month old for the past few weeks. She wakes up about every hour or hour and a half at night. I’ve done some reading (http://www.babysleepsite.com/sleep-regression-2/sleep-regression-baby-growth-spurts/) and what I’ve read states that babies go through sleep regressions and growth spurts in the first year of life. Currently, my little bundle of joy is experiencing both. What does that mean you ask? Well let me tell you…basically it means mum and dad don’t sleep. From what I’ve read, as babies grow and their senses develop, they get overwhelmed by all the information flooding their systems. As my little girl is unable to tell me she’s unhappy by all this, she has become fussy, restless, and has interrupted sleep…it would be hilarious if it was someone else…not so much as it’s me.

The last week has almost been a blur due to lack of sleep. The cherry on top of this awesome time is that one of our dogs Aussie isn’t well. He’s got a torn paw pad and an infection to boot. He’s been hopping around on three paws (keeping the fourth off the ground), and has desperately needed my husband during this time. He’s my husband’s dog after all, and boy he’s not afraid to show us how much love and attention he needs. Between the two of us and the two of them, we’ve been stretched like slinky thrown down the stairs.

As chaotic as things have been…I still wouldn’t trade our family for the world. This chaos and unpredictability, is beautiful in a way. I say this because it makes domestic life fun and interesting. Besides who wants things to be perfect all the time? The best memories often come from the craziest of times in our lives. I’m sure this will make a great story for my daughter one day!

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Masters of Our World

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I was thinking today about how in our minds,  a hundred years is a lifetime.  In reality though,  even if we reach the ripe old age of one hundred, outlive most the people we know, see countries evolve,  and trends change…we are still only a blip on the radar.

I don’t mean this in a depressing way, more like in the way of awe. I’m in awe of how old our universe is and I’m mesmerized by the idea that: everything existed before us, and everything will exist after us. It’s a sobering fact.

I know I am guilty of taking life for granted…constantly to be honest. I feel that mindset comes from getting comfortable and having the basic assumption that things can be done tomorrow if not finished today. The urgency and thrill of the unknown is gone because many of us believe we will just wake up tomorrow…guaranteed.

The idea that there is a chance, even if I believe it’s a minuscule one, that I won’t wake up tomorrow makes me really think about the fact that our time on this earth is limited and each day is truly a gift. Sounds cliche, but cliches are truths after all.

The reason why the universe is eternal is that it does not live for itself; it gives life to others as it transforms. -Lao Tzu

Until next time.

(The picture is one I took whilst visiting USC with my husband, daughter, and brother-in-law). 

Back to Basics

I’ve tried this before, albeit unsuccessfully. However, I’ll try again. As they say in life, if you fall down, you get up and try again.

A recent realization crept up on me: I have to get personal in my blog for it to be matter…to me. In the past, I’ve scribbled down my thoughts at random and made it all personally impersonal. As I’ve grown older, I’ve learned that personal experiences make for the best reading. Big thanks to Humblethepoet and his magical book “Unlearn: 101 Simple Truths For A Better Life.” It’s not a self-help book, but rather a book of 101 wonderful tidbits that speak truth on every level.

Even though I’ve decided to all of a sudden become “personal” in this blog and tell you all my experiences, I’m finding it very hard to say anything about my personal life. I can tell you a brief history, but that’s quite dull. I can jump right in, and you can learn about me along the way…actually I like that idea. We’ll do that then.

Today’s a typical Sunday in the Patel household, NFL games on every TV, a general laziness in the air, and my daughter’s cooing and gurgling laughter filling the air as she amuses herself in her floor activity center. Well, until she gets fed up anyways. As usual, whilst there is calm and serenity lulling everyone to a warm and comfortable day of leisure, my mind is in motion:What do I make for dinner? Well, what’s in the fridge? Shoot I need to get groceries again. Do I have time to read? Have I brushed my teeth yet? Of course, it’s the laundry that needs doing. blah blah blah. It’s an exhausting place my mind. At least on the outside, I’ve got this cool as a cucumber demeanor. You’d never know the roadrunner was doing laps in my head by looking at me. It’s part of being a mum I’ve learned.

What I mean to say is that, two and a half years ago when my husband and I got married, we pretty much did what we wanted when we wanted. We never were the crazy, stay out all night, party party party, sort, but we did do things as we pleased. There was some planning involved, but generally we were flexible. Now that we’re parents, everything is different. Well duh. My day is planned out the night before, and I would be a mess without the routine I’ve created for myself, my daughter, and my family. When I was younger, I scoffed at routines and the simplicity of family life. I wanted adventure, romance, and all the things young people who mistake themselves for pirates want. Now, I don’t know what I would do without my routines and bedtimes.

Being a mum is so much more than I ever thought possible. Obviously when you’re in charge of another life there is a lot that goes into it, but macaroni and cheese it’s more than even that. To be honest though, I wouldn’t change one milisecond of it. Well, my little one is quite annoyed of her toys and frankly, I’d like a good cuddle as well…so until next time.