Editorial: Eternal Sunshine of the Sleep-Deprived Mind

Of all the wild beliefs and rituals that have ever existed, Daylight Saving Time has got to be one of the most devastating the day after the time change happens in Spring.

Fall is a delightful surprise, like “here’s an extra hour on the lam before you have to return to society as a functioning adult. Why don’t you sip your coffee, sit back down in your favorite chair and doom scroll for 45 more minutes?”

The Spring Forward time change finds me standing in front of the coffee maker like a Mombie (mom + zombie), rocking and waiting for the life-giving elixir to finish brewing in hopes that it makes the world outside tolerable today.

Everyone in our house woke up late Monday morning and proceeded to run around in various states of dress looking for the other shoe and jackets, among other things. A good rule to use for finding lost items, if they are meant to be hung up, check the floor; if they are meant to be together, check opposite ends of the room.

Our kids cast off their socks every evening like they are liberating them from the ruinous fate of the laundry hamper.

Every day could easily be wacky sock day if the kids just applied themselves more (because we’d never find the mates). Maybe they could try utilizing all the rooms in the house for the sock scavenger hunt?

Between them and the washing machine, it’s a full-blown attempt to overthrow the sock-mating regime.

Oh-so-many war references in this editorial, and yet, all I have done is waste your time.

It is definitely a memorable time to be alive.

My mind is on the safety of all people in harm’s way while spring cleaning and trying to navigate another week of small business ownership. We reorganized the entire kitchen on Sunday – just for funsies.

Our troubles are small compared to the existential threat that millions are facing right now.

In a different time, we would have gathered to pray for the safety of all people and a quick resolution to the conflict, but that doesn’t appear to be the sentiment as of late.

Heartache comes around so often these days it is starting to look like an old friend.

I think after seven years of constant bombardment by one crisis after the other, we the people are mentally and emotionally exhausted.

It is ok to need rest. It makes sense that you are tired. Your exhaustion was by design and deliberate. Unfortunately, so many things still demand our attention.

My hope is that you get an opportunity to catch your breath, steady yourself and muster the courage to face the demands of life today; and also that the beauty of this world is not lost on you this month.

It may be raining a lot lately, but these things are true: after every storm there is a rainbow, and after every struggle, knowledge is gained.

Hug your children. Tell someone you love them.

Make love as ubiquitous as the glitter currently infused in the carpet fibers in our home… because that stuff lasts forever.