Spoiler alert: I’m tired. Like, “considered putting my keys in the fridge” tired. Like, “Googled if a person can survive on four hours of sleep indefinitely” tired. But somehow—somehow—I’m still standing. Still momming. Still loving. Still laughing (sometimes at wildly inappropriate moments).
So here it is: how I survive, and yes, occasionally thrive, even when my sleep is more of a nap disguised as a night.
☕ 1. Coffee/Tea Is My Emotional Support Beverage
We’re not just talking caffeine—we’re talking ritual. That first cup in the morning is my warm, silent “you got this.” Sometimes I even sip it while hiding in the pantry. No shame.
🙃 2. I Lower the Bar (Then Lower It Again)
My house isn’t spotless. The laundry might live in baskets. Dinner? Could be frozen waffles. And you know what? That’s okay. I choose peace over perfection. Every time I let go of unrealistic expectations, I breathe a little easier.
💡 3. I Know My Bare Minimums
When I’ve had no sleep, I don’t try to do it all. I do just enough:
- Feed the tiny humans
- Keep them alive
- Maybe brush my teeth (maybe) Everything else? Optional.
😂 4. I Laugh. A Lot.
Sleep-deprived life is absurd. I’ve called my kid by the dog’s name. I’ve tried to microwave a sippy cup with the lid still on. If I don’t laugh, I’ll cry—and I’ve done enough of that, too. Humor is my coping mechanism and honestly, it helps.
🤝 5. I Lean on My People
I stopped trying to be a one-woman show. I ask for help. I let my partner take over, even if he doesn’t fold the towels “right.” I let my mom babysit. I send the SOS texts. Community saves me.
🧘♀️ 6. I Take Mini Moments for Myself
Even five minutes in the bathroom with the door locked (and maybe snacks) can reset me. I don’t wait for big “self-care days.” I steal joy in tiny doses—whether it’s skincare, scrolling Instagram, or standing outside and breathing.
💭 7. I Remind Myself: This Won’t Last Forever
One day I’ll sleep again. One day the baby won’t wake up five times. One day I’ll miss the chaos. That thought doesn’t magically fix the exhaustion—but it helps me keep going.
🌟 Thriving on No Sleep? Here’s How:
Yes, sometimes I thrive. It’s rare, but it happens. I find a groove. I run on adrenaline and baby smiles and good Spotify playlists. I surprise myself. And those moments remind me I’m stronger than I think.
Final Thoughts:
If you’re running on fumes and love, I see you. You’re not failing. You’re surviving. You’re showing up, even when your eyelids say nope. And that? That’s something worth celebrating.
Sleep will come. But until then, solidarity, snacks, and strong coffee.
Till next time, Mary.
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